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
- Владимир Британишский – В “Онегине”, глава седьмая
- I know The Music (unfinished) by Wilfred Owen
- A New Song to an Old Tune by William Ernest Henley
- alexander.html
- Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day by Marge Piercy
- The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Lover’s Gifts XVIII: Your Days by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sly Dick by Thomas Chatterton
- Interior Design Institutes in Dehradun
- Why?
- Spiritual Memories of Mother by Raj Napal
- The Working Party by Siegfried Sassoon
- Spinster by Sylvia Plath
- Love and Burgers: Compatible or Incompatible Relationship?
- Waste Land – A Thorough History of Humanity
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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).
