To Double Lock
by Pierre Reverdy
I am so far from the voices
From the festival’s distant murmur
The foaming mill wheel turns back
The sob of spring water ceases
The hour has painfully glided
Over the moon’s great beaches
And in the cramped warm spaces without a crevice
I sleep head upon elbow
In the calm desert within the lamp’s circle
Terrible time inhuman time
Hunted along muddy sidewalks
Far from the limpid amphitheatre that declines glasses
Far from the decanted song born of leisure
In a bitter tussle of laughter between the teeth
A faded sorrow quaking at your roots
I prefer death forgetfulness dignity
I am so far away when I contemplate all I love
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ну что, Кузьма
- Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
- Do Not Accept by Yehuda Amichai
- For the Men at the Front by John Oxenham
- The Keys of Morning by Walter de la Mare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Отзыв на вызов
- The Bells Ov Alderburnham by William Barnes
- Morning Poem #43 by Wanda Phipps
- Starlight
- Blanche Sweet by Vachel Lindsay
- 1991-I by Wendell Berry
- Sacrifice And Love
- Her Vision In The Wood by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: To John Kennedy, Dumfries House:
- Олег Бундур – Однажды на даче
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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).
