It is an old story, the way it happens
sometimes in winter, sometimes not.
The listener falls to sleep,
the doors to the closets of his unhappiness open
and into his room the misfortunes come —
death by daybreak, death by nightfall,
their wooden wings bruising the air,
their shadows the spilled milk the world cries over.
There is a need for surprise endings;
the green field where cows burn like newsprint,
where the farmer sits and stares,
where nothing, when it happens, is never terrible enough.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Карамзин – Граф Гваринос
- How to Write Creative Non-fiction
- Robert Burns: The Inventory: In answer to a mandate by the Surveyor of the Taxes
- София Парнок – Белой ночью
- Sleep
- An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey
- A Hermit Thrush poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Переворот в мозгах из края в край
- March poem – A. E. Housman
- THE WHEELS by Satish Verma
- Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do? poem – A. E. Housman
- Аля Кудряшева – Все не то чтобы исчезло
- Василий Жуковский – Адельстан
- The Effect by Siegfried Sassoon
- Quies poem – Ezra Pound poems
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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).
