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
- Allegory by Thomas Hood
- Evarra And His Gods by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame:
- Владимир Костров – Закат приморский умирает
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- last words to the moon by Raj Arumugam
- A March Afternoon poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- Beautiful Balmerino by William Topaz McGonagall
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чатырдаг
- Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare
- Lunch by Ross D Tyler
- Как тамада я выступаю в роли теоретика
- Troopin’ by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Карамзин – Из письма к И. И. Дмитриеву (Что ж может быть любви и счастия быстрее)
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вход воспрещается
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).
