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
- Олег Сердобольский – Пришли цыплята в первый класс
- My Eyes in the Time of Apparition by Rachel McKibbens
- To Be of Use by Marge Piercy
- Nasrudin’s donkey eats poetry by Raj Arumugam
- Last Battle Cid
- A Coloured Print by Shokei poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Дом Герцена
- Sonnet 05 poem – John Milton poems
- For Roman Polanski by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Prayer—O Thou Dread Power by Robert Burns
- Le Directeur by T. S. Eliot
- To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession poem – Alexander Pope
- My Heart Is Heavy by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: A Stanza Added In A Mason Lodge:
- Николай Тихонов – Другу
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