For Sharon Horvath
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed.
That’s all There was to it. No more than a solemn waking
To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
A time between times, a flowerless funeral. No more than that
Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back,
That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
“It’s time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening.”
End of the poem
15 random poems
- In Imitation of Chaucer poem – Alexander Pope
- For P’ei Ti by Wang Wei
- Athor and Asar poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Ugliest Man In Town by Shel Silverstein
- I am your friend by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- A Riddle by William Cowper
- The Withdrawal by Robert Lowell
- To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
- Rains Have Come poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- In A Letter To C. P. Esq. In Imitation Of Shakspeare by William Cowper
- Валерий Брюсов – Годы в былом
- Ольга Берггольц – Тост
- Николай Глазков – Что ни год, идёт вперёд
- Нина Гаген-Торн – День мой в труде тяжелом
- On Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams by Robert Burns
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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).
