not one
star –
a calm, windless
evening
shriveled frozen earth, freezing
curly chrysanthemum heads
– only from afar
my beloved hill glistens
as if all the stars had come down to earth
beside the forgotten poet’s grave
but I am not alone here: a few
half-burned candles and a hawthorn
branch full of red berries remain
as if asking –
soundlessly – lips not even twitching
“What do you need, my soul?”
and the answer –
like a shock of cold wind:
slicing straight through
my very heart
and your black
nineteenth century
wrought iron fence
End of the poem
15 random poems
- World Below the Brine, The. by Walt Whitman
- Archaic Torso Of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Silvia by William Shakespeare
- Николай Заболоцкий – Рыбная лавка
- Robert Burns: Where Are The Joys I have Met?:
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь автомобиль
- Did Shakespeare write his own plays and poems?
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- The Change
- Robert Burns: On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams:
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что ж делать
- Story of a Drunk by Violet Uram
- Future Verdict
- Private Ground by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Карамзин – К Лиле
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).