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
- Missing
- Woodcom’ Feast by William Barnes
- The Lost Star — English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- In Barracks by Siegfried Sassoon
- Joe Biden’s Torment
- Icicles round a Tree in Dumfriesshire by Ruth Padel
- Termites by Piera Chen
- Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Ballade Of The Muse poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state by William Shakespeare
- On The Plethora Of Dryads by Sylvia Plath
- To the Victor by William Ellery Leonard
- An April Love poem – Alfred Austin
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Address To The Deil:
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).
