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
- Flight by Rupert Brooke
- He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- София Парнок – Он ходит с женщиной в светлом
- Владимир Маяковский – Спросили раз меня: “Вы любите ли НЭП?”
- Олег Бундур – Страх
- A Winter Evening poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Minneapolipstick by Rachel McKibbens
- Writing Science Poetry
- The Haunted House by Thomas Hood
- Cake by Roger McGough
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- One Whisper of the Beloved by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Tom May’s Death poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Teaching Children to Write by Free Writing
- In The Early Pearly Morning
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).
