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
- Only in my dreams by Nina Gabriel
- Dreams Beauty
- Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
- Epilogue poem – Ezra Pound poems
- salamis_quot.html
- Lo! Victress on the Peaks. by Walt Whitman
- The Death Of Huss poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare
- Николай Гумилев – Мореплаватель Павзаний
- Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
- The Rose Of The World by William Butler Yeats
- Fruit Leaf Roots Flowers
- A Choka Is A Littoral Drift
- Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
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).
