The Woods At Night
by May Swenson
The binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
like a lantern
all night long,
sees where all
the other birds sleep:
towhee under leaves,
titmouse deep
in a twighouse,
sapsucker gripped
to a knothole lip,
redwing in the reeds,
swallow in the willow,
flicker in the oak –
but cannot see poor
whippoorwill
under the hill
in deadbrush nest,
who’s awake, too –
with stricken eye
flayed by the moon
her brindled breast
repeats, repeats, repeats its plea
for cruelty.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- SOFT MUSIC by Robert Herrick
- Lover’s Gifts XXII: I Shall Gladly Suffer by Rabindranath Tagore
- Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
- The Heart That Is Pining by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Нина Воронель – Не слишком ли ты многого
- To My Friends poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Rankine:
- In This Cul De Sac
- The Booker Washington Trilogy by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: Epistle To J. Lapraik, An Old Scottish Bard:
- Sonet 58 by William Alexander
- Юлия Друнина – Царевна
- When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: My Nanie’s Awa:
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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).
