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
- Courting Fidelity by Satish Verma
- Anarchy by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Послание пролетарским поэтам
- The house where I was born (01) by Yves Bonnefoy
- Алексей Жемчужников – Старик
- The Basket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Иван Мятлев – Бывало
- A Galloway Song poem – John Keats poems
- The Sons of Martha by Rudyard Kipling
- The Galley-Slave by Rudyard Kipling
- Олег Григорьев – Если где-то кому-то плачется
- Федор Сологуб – Кольцо и венок
- A Dedication. To Charlotte Cushman. by Sidney Lanier
- Writing Science Poetry
- “Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand,” 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).
