I hold a silk shawl in my hands –
a weightless cloud, billowing
against my breath, if I let it go
it would simply fly away
old silk, its white
yellowed like elephant bones, an eight-year-old
girl wove it, her hands were swift, skilled
oh and her eyes,
dark and knowing in her sallow face
fast, full with life, shining, and her braids
fell to the backs of her knees, she was loved,
spoiled, a real
whirlwind, you only managed
to weave three shawls, of the finest silk,
your palms became too rough, too clumsy,
by the time you were just about ten
and your hands had grown accustomed to heavy work
two shawls were sold
with the third
you covered your head on your wedding day
that is all that is left –
your life’s witness –
short, hungry –
this yellowed spider web
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Sea-Shore Grave. To M. J. L. by Sidney Lanier
- Christian poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- Another Song Of A Fool by William Butler Yeats
- Нина Воронель – Московский день
- Владимир Британишский – Очереди
- Song. Good Counsel to a Young Maid by Thomas Carew
- love_is_just_like_the_rain.html
- Sonnet III by William Shakespeare
- Songs From “Prince Lucifer” I – Grave-Digger’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- City of My Childhood
- Федор Сологуб – Вильгельм второй
- Pure call of the wilderness by Vinko Kalinic
- Song—A Rose-bud by my Early Walk by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: On The Death Of John M’Leod, Esq,: Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author’s.
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).
