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
- On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657 poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Thousandth Man by Rudyard Kipling
- Philip Levine – Philip Levine
- The Eclipsed Past by Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy
- Caught in a Net by Vachel Lindsay
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- Let The Weary World Go Round poem – Alfred Austin
- Death In Exile by Satish Verma
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Ион (перевод)
- Robert Burns: On Chloris Being Ill:
- Magnolia Shoals by Sylvia Plath
- My Mother by Mahmoud Darwish
- Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- old-boy.html
- XIV: Some Verses: To Mr. Edward Allane by William Alexander
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).
