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
- The First Part: Sonnet 13 – O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks’ pure skies by William Drummond
- Владимир Набоков – Кубы
- Paradise Lost: Book 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись на день восшествия на престол Ее Величества 1753 года
- Listening poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Beginning my Studies. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Дела
- the_world.html
- Ольга Седакова – Филемон и Бавкида
- Владимир Маяковский – Офицер! Смотри на эту саблю (РОСТА)
- Английская поэзия. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 139. o call not me to justify the wrong
- The Morning Walk
- What Of The Night
- Василий Жуковский – Младенец: Стих, который легко учится, 28 строк – Стихотворения Жуковского на Poetry Monster
- The Wold Vo’k Dead by William Barnes
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).
