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
- I Begin To Think by Satish Verma
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
- And Still to USA they get! by Tom Mukasa
- Владимир Британишский – Феодосия, Керчь, Таганрог
- Николай Рубцов – Я тебя целовал
- On Late Acquired Wealth (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For William Nicol, Of The High School, Edinburgh:
- No Rival Like The Past
- Михаил Лермонтов – Бартеневой
- The Handsome Heart poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- At A Calvary Near The Ancre by Wilfred Owen
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- A Quick Ode to Spam, a Poem about Spam
- Motto prefixed to the Author’s first Publication by Robert Burns
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).
