Morning, a glass door, flashes
Gold names off the new city,
Whose white shelves and domes travel
The slow sky all day.
I land to stay here;
And the windows flock open
And the curtains fly out like doves
And a past dries in a wind.
Now let me lie down, under
A wide-branched indifference,
Shovel-faces like pennies
Down the back of the mind,
Find voices coined to
An argot of motor-horns,
And let the cluttered-up houses
Keep their thick lives to themselves.
For this ignorance of me
Seems a kind of innocence.
Fast enough I shall wound it:
Let me breathe till then
Its milk-aired Eden,
Till my own life impound it-
Slow-falling; grey-veil-hung; a theft,
A style of dying only.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Dissolve in kisses, I would like to dissolve in your kisses
- Наум Коржавин – Нет! Так я просто не уйду во мглу
- Robert Burns: For The Sake O’ Somebody:
- The Perfect Sacrifice by William Cowper
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman
- 我的妻子。 安德烈·布勒東一首關於自由戀愛的詩
- To a Commencement of Scoundrels by Samuel Hazo
- Валерий Брюсов – Глупое сердце, о чем же печалиться
- Indications, The. by Walt Whitman
- A Greeting by William Henry Davies
- Nettles by Vernon Scannell
- Look You, I’ll Go Pray by Vachel Lindsay
- For Life and Death of a Poet by Marcin Malek
- Chloris in the Snow by William Strode
- Halloween by Mac Hammond
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).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.