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
- Sonnet 13 poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Разлука
- Muse poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I poem – John Milton poems
- Entering the Body by Michelle Bonczek Evory
- I Will Sing You One-O by Robert Frost
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 20. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- The Only One I Can’t Live Without, Its You by Miraj Patel
- Николай Тихонов – Крутили мельниц диких жернова
- The Café Filtre by Paul Blackburn
- Scots, Wha Hae Wi’ Wallace Bled by Robert Burns
- Vagina Envy by Nin Andrews
- On Miltiades by William Cowper
- I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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).
