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
- Here War Is Simple by W H Auden
- Яков Полонский – Поэт и гражданин, он призван был учить
- Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain poem – John Keats poems
- Sacred Epiphany poem – Ammar Nadeem poems | Poems and Poetry
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- you witness my dying by Raj Arumugam
- Owl by Sylvia Plath
- Poem by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- Владимир Корнилов – Разговор
- The Lights Of New York by Sara Teasdale
- In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
- On A May Glory-A Welcome Song poem – Nithin Purple poems | Poetry Monster
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Robert Burns: Ode On The Departed Regency Bill:
- At Daybreak by Siegfried Sassoon
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