Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself —
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Of the Visage of Things. by Walt Whitman
- Степан Щипачев – Жил мальчик в деревне
- Give Me Back My Rags #12 by Vasko Popa
- Gratitudes Of A Dozen Roses
- Essay On The Personal by Stephen Dunn
- Astrophel and Stella: XV by Sir Philip Sidney
- The Smiles Of The Bathers by Weldon Kees
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты рукой мне сжала сердце
- El Cafetal by Rafael Guillen
- On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac by William Butler Yeats
- Зинаида Александрова – Баиньки
- This Morning by Raymond Carver
- Владимир Маяковский – Буржуазия и пролетариат стали врагами друг против друга… (Главполитпросвет №19)
- Song—A Man’s a Man for a’ that by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: The Cardin O’t, The Spinnin O’t:
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).