Berenda Slough
by Philip Levine
Earth and water without form,
change, or pause: as if the third
day had not come, this calm norm
of chaos denies the Word.
One sees only a surface
pocked with rushes, the starved clumps
pressed between water and space —
rootless, perennial stumps
fixed in position, entombed
in nothing; it is too late
to bring forth branches, to bloom
or die, only the long wait
lies ahead, a parody
of perfection. Who denies
this is creation, this sea
constant before the stunned eye’s
insatiable gaze, shall find
nothing he can comprehend.
Here the mind beholds the mind
as it shall be in the end.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- PLEADING by Satish Verma
- The Battle of the Baltic by Thomas Campbell
- Robert Burns: Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon:
- Омар Хайям – И сиянье рая, и ада огни
- The Memorial poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Saint Between Us by Satish Verma
- Give Me Back My Rags #12 by Vasko Popa
- Civilian and Soldier by Wole Soyinka
- The Woman In The Rye by Thomas Hardy
- Intruder
- Damon The Mower poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищи! От сбора продналога… (Главполитпросвет №284)
- My Government Frustrates Me by Olaniyi Beloved Abimbola
- Mushrooms by Rina Ferrarelli
- What is Creativity Anyway and How Come the Human Mind is So Good at It?
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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 Levine ( 1928 – 2015) was an American poet best known for his poems about working-class Detroit. He taught for more than thirty years in the English department of California State University, Fresno and held teaching positions at other universities as well. He served on the Board of Chancellors of the Academy of American Poets from 2000 to 2006, and was appointed Poet Laureate of the United States for 2011–2012