summer – enclosed in a semi-dark cup
locked with nine locks
scribbled on graph paper squares
in a quick hand, chicken scratch, you’d call it
from the first
to the last page, cheeks flushed
I read your book, studied
Latin names
what grows,
blossoms, bears fruit
gives me such pleasure
that I’d like
together with you
to be everywhere, but I can’t, you run
too fast and then you laugh –
missed meadow-sweet – out of bloom already
can’t find dogwood nor black-berried alders
you’re asleep now in my dark cup
hidden away in canning jars, bottled, stacked on shelves
dried, you rustle in burlap bags
butterfly! how did you get in here?
like a fancy metal brooch
used to hook together a book of spells –
thick, redolent of leather, incense, the ancients
and the very first letters ever written by hand
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Year 1788:
- Алексей Толстой – В колокол, мирно дремавший, с налета тяжелая бомба
- Milton (Alcaics) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- It’s Beautiful to See Through the Eyes of the Sky by Walter William Safar
- Sonet 32 by William Alexander
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- A Riddle Song. by Walt Whitman
- Come, Send Round the Wine by Thomas Moore
- Blackmwore Maidens by William Barnes
- Immigrant by Walter William Safar
- Pay your last respects by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Invocation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- On the Idle Hill of Summer poem – A. E. Housman
- Trees poem – Angelina Weld Grimke poems | Poems and Poetry
- Валерий Брюсов – Глупое сердце, о чем же печалиться
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).