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
- Absence poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Степанов – Наша Армия
- Алексей Ржевский стихи: читать все стихотворения, поэмы поэта Алексей Ржевский – Поэзия на Poetry Monster
- The Owl And The Lark poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
- Ballade Of The Summer Term poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Commerce by Satish Verma
- Birth Of A Flower by Riss Ryker
- Written at Stonehenge by Thomas Warton
- A New Song by Thomas Chatterton
- One Being Brought From Africa To America by Phillis Wheatley
- Николай Глазков – Про чертей
- Release poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- My prayers must meet a brazen heaven poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- XIII: Some Verses: On A Report On The Death Of The Author by William Alexander
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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).
