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 Yellow Violet by William Cullen Bryant
- Sound O’ Water by William Barnes
- Epigram on Miss Fontenelle by Robert Burns
- A Rare Guest poem – Alfred Austin
- Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold poem – Alexander Pope
- Epistle II: To A Lady (Of the Characters of Women) poem – Alexander Pope
- Off the Ground by Walter de la Mare
- Владимир Костров – Вот избушка
- Madonna poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: O Let Me In Thes Ae Night:
- Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind by William Shakespeare
- A Hundred Collars by Robert Frost
- In The Event Of My Demise by Tupac Shakur
- Elegie IV: On The Death of Prince Henrie by William Alexander
- Владимир Корнилов – Надежда
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).
