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
- Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
- Because I Cannot Sleep by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Supernatural Songs by William Butler Yeats
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Василий Тредиаковский – О коль мне тамо сладка веселия было
- To His Dead Body by Siegfried Sassoon
- Among The Rice Fields
- Magi by Sylvia Plath
- Somebody Has To by Shel Silverstein
- Юрий Верховский – Вариации на тему Пушкина
- The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept by William Cowper
- Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf by Roald Dahl
- St Ives by Roald Dahl
- To Youth by Sarojini Naidu
- To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin
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).
