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
- The Next Chance
- colors_and_sounds.html
- The Carnival by Robert Creeley
- Deity of my dreams by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
- A Pact poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Late Autumn by William Allingham
- Are You a Thinking Man? by Rifat Ilgaz
- The Apple Trees at Olema by Robert Hass
- Николай Глазков – Про чертей
- Ballades V – Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Берггольц – Второй разговор с соседкой
- Robert Burns: On A Noisy Polemic:
- Аля Кудряшева – Я тут недавно встретила свое прошлое
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).