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
- Storm poem – André Rostant poems
- Death Of A Naturalist by Seamus Heaney
- My Friend by Rabindranath Tagore
- Paradise Lost: Book 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Edgar Allan Poe by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Settle An’ The Girt Wood Vire by William Barnes
- Алексей Жемчужников – Знакомая картина
- Валерий Брюсов – Голубое, голубое
- How Sleep the Brave by Walter de la Mare
- Robert Burns: One Night As I Did Wander:
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: On Her Recovery
- Ghosts by Martina Reisz Newberry
- A High-Toned Old Christian Woman by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищ! Поищи дома (Главполитпросвет №95)
- Gwaïn To Brookwell by William Barnes
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).