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
- Slag by Mark Base
- The Ivy by William Barnes
- To You. by Walt Whitman
- Out over the Forth (Song) by Robert Burns
- Ольга Берггольц – Романс стойкого оловянного солдатика
- Steeds of Autumn by Todd H. C. Fischer
- I looked here by Stephen Crane
- In An Underground Dressing Station by Siegfried Sassoon
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- A March Day in London poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алексей Плещеев – Есть дни, ни злоба, ни любовь
- The Promise of the Morning Star poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Две культуры
- I bended unto me a Bough by Thomas Edward Brown
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).
