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 Бундур – Кто делает весну?
- Apollo And The Graces poem – John Keats poems
- Piera Chen – Piera Chen
- Locksley Hall poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Федор Сологуб – Слышу голос милой
- God’s Grandeur poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Long I Thought that Knowledge. by Walt Whitman
- Владислав Крапивин – А по ночам у высокого плетня
- Domination Of Black by Wallace Stevens
- Mrs Moon by Roger McGough
- Вера Полозкова – Да что у меня, нормально всё, так, условно
- Владимир Маяковский – Вперед, комсомольцы
- For Hans Carossa by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Songs of the Lathes by Rudyard Kipling
- Angels by Russell Edson
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).