for Gertrud Widmayer
I am a coal-truck
Carrying gold dust.
Someone threw some
Coal-dust upon
My gold-dust.
I am a coal-truck
In a gold mine.
Someone struck a coal vein
And piled me full in vain.
I am a coal-truck
Covered in subterranean dust.
Someone shovelled my soil
And found an ancient bone
All coiled.
I am a coal-truck
Waiting for the rain.
The sun is my rail
The night my shed.
I am a coal-truck
Rumbling all the way.
Wash me in the rain-storm
And fill me full of coke
Until I choke.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Шестой
- If Thou Could’st Empty All Thyself Of Self by Thomas Edward Brown
- Who Says Words With My Mouth? by Rumi
- Владимир Британишский – От низменного к неземному
- Home Sick
- 白色四月
- Владимир Высоцкий – Веселая покойницкая
- Валерий Брюсов – К народу
- For The Country by Philip Levine
- The Sacrifice of Er-Heb by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Британишский – Уронили, потеряли
- Вера Полозкова – Францу Кафке
- Reply to an Announcement by J. Rankine by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Duncan Gray:
- Rural Architecture by William Wordsworth
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).
