Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one:
to her I send the coffin of lightest wood.
Waves billow round it as round the bed of our dream in Rome;
it wears a white wig as I do and speaks hoarsely:
it talks as I do when I grant admittance to hearts.
It knows a French song about love, I sang it in autumn
when I stopped as a tourist in Lateland and wrote my letters
to morning.
A fine boat is that coffin carved in the coppice of feelings.
I too drift in it downbloodstream, younger still than your eye.
Now you are young as a bird dropped dead in March snow,
now it comes to you, sings you its love song from France.
You are light: you will sleep through my spring till it’s over.
I am lighter:
in front of strangers I sing.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water: To the noble Duke of Athole.
- Олег Бундур – Добрый день
- alexander.html
- Sepukku
- The Sky A-Clearen by William Barnes
- A Dream Of Venice
- Ольга Берггольц – Мне не поведать о моей утрате
- Mules poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- A Reminiscence poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Days and Nights by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- Яков Полонский – Белая ночь
- Psalm 83 poem – John Milton poems
- Алексей Жемчужников – Ты прав
- A Portrait poem – Alfred Austin
- Laus Mariae by Sidney Lanier
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).
