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
- Ben Nevis: A Dialogue poem – John Keats poems
- Enough by Sara Teasdale
- The Character Of Holland poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: My Tocher’s The Jewel:
- Medicine to my brain poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Desire # 4 by Patricia Fargnoli
- The River by Mark Olynyk
- Lucky by Thomas Lux
- Gyrations by Satish Verma
- Владимир Британишский – На берегу
- Robert Burns: The Braw Wooer:
- In The Pass Of Killicranky by William Wordsworth
- Lover’s Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book by Rabindranath Tagore
- Picture by Nijole Miliauskaite
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).
