o the poverty of holidays, the sadness of holidays
the shining
windows
in the emptying street, wet
flags, torn and rent
by the wind, rustling leaves
beneath our feet
she opens the door: welcome
it just happens to be
her birthday
she leads us down a long corridor
into distant perspectives
into the past – glimmering
clearly
a straight
old woman (sweater
with darned elbows)
a piano
takes up half the room
photographs – father and mother, old
Vilnius intellectuals
piles of manuscripts
a bicycle
leans against a wall: yes, she still
rides, along the Neris
in the summer
cherished
beloved names on her lips
lives – complicated,
entangled, tragic
(I see: she sits
alone, in an empty room, the wind
blows out the candle in her hand)
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Гумилев – Мореплаватель Павзаний
- Why?
- The Princess: A Medley: Come down, O Maid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Илона Грошева – Ира
- The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand by William Wordsworth
- Илья Эренбург – Я бы мог прожить совсем иначе
- Sonnet (XII) : O Buddha ! I do wish to follow your golden middle path by Neelam Sinha
- Passer-By, These Are Words by Yves Bonnefoy
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Come not when I am dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Трагедия
- The Song Of The Kasak poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- Mr. Brain by Russell Edson
- Владимир Маяковский – Поляки-крестьяне, чтоб вольными быть…
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).
