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
- The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: La Soupe du soir by T. Wignesan
- Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare
- Doggerel by a Senior Citizen by W H Auden
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я всё чаще думаю о судьях
- Иван Бунин – Никогда вы не воскреснете, не встанете
- The Haymakers Song
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Одно из двух
- Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch by William Shakespeare
- I Swear by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- “Come listen, ye students of every degree” by Tobias Smollett
- After Midnight by Walid Saba
- Pentridge By The River by William Barnes
- Beautiful Balmoral by William Topaz McGonagall
- Shakespeare by Vachel Lindsay
- Not quite dark yet by Yosa Buson
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
