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
- In a Garden poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Crouchin’ On The Outside by Shel Silverstein
- The Night Dances by Sylvia Plath
- Personal Helicon by Seamus Heaney
- And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time by William Blake
- On Journeys Through The States. by Walt Whitman
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
- Юнна Мориц – Свежий бублик
- The Princess (part 1) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- A Domestic Dialogue by Mike Yuan
- I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonet 53 by William Alexander
- A Necklace by William Strode
- Poets to Come. by Walt Whitman
- Иван Бунин – Ночлег
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