a cold evening, swollen painful
willow buds
migrating birds are
perched in the skeletons
of trees along the shore like great
black blossoms
a small reddish flame
there, far off, trembles in the icy wind
as if alive, near the water
a fire stoked by children
it’s almost warmer, isn’t it,
as we draw near
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Friday’s Child by W H Auden
- Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare
- Song of the Bowmen of Shu poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Юнна Мориц – Трудно светиться и петь не легко
- In A Garden by Sara Teasdale
- Subjective Genocide by Marie Starr
- Charity thou art a lie, by Stephen Crane
- She
- Dark Wood, Dark Water by Sylvia Plath
- O fortunatus nimium, etc., a translation out of Virgil by Abraham Cowley
- Song by Seamus Heaney
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-night the winds begin to rise poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше были писатели белоручки… (Роста №52)
- Auntie’s Skirts by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Aunt Jennifer039s Tigers
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).
