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
- Near But Far Away by William Morris
- He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
- Outsong in the Jungle by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Степанов – Жучка и тучка
- The Church An’ Happy Zunday by William Barnes
- София Парнок – Рондель
- Sonnet Ix
- For A Picture Of St. Dorothea poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Ольга Седакова – Вьюга
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- Низами Гянджеви – Лейли и Меджнун
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
- Wintering by Sylvia Plath
- Language by W. S. Merwin
- Шекспир – Разлука сердце делит пополам – Сонет 39
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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).