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
- Олег Бундур – Страх
- Василий Курочкин – Двуглавый орел
- Кондратий Рылеев – Не вчера ли в хороводе
- discovery.html
- A Sunrise Song. by Sidney Lanier
- To Sleep by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: A Mother’s Lament For the Death of Her Son.:
- I Keep Six Honest… by Rudyard Kipling
- The Land of the Exile by Rabindranath Tagore
- Жан де Лафонтен – Две Козы
- Алексей Плещеев – Прости
- Book Seventh [Residence in London] by William Wordsworth
- if_i_were_king.html
- What the Coal-Heaver Said by Vachel Lindsay
- To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
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).
