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
- Psalm 87 poem – John Milton poems
- Низами Гянджеви – Расступился черный мускус
- Английская поэзия. Редьярд Киплинг. «Эпитафии Войны». 1914-1918. 1. Убытки поровну. Rudyard Kipling. «Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 1. «Equality of Sacrifice»
- Владимир Маяковский – Прощанье
- Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
- Михаил Ломоносов – Чем ты дале прочь отходишь
- Валерий Брюсов – После смерти Ленина
- A March Afternoon poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Lesson by Maya Angelou
- The Sultans Palace
- Open sky by Shailendra Chauhan
- Федор Сологуб – Побеждайте радость
- The Fallen House
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Take My Hands
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).
