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
- Address to His Elbow-Chair, New Cloath’d, An by William Somervile
- Валерий Брюсов – Пифия
- Олег Григорьев – Крадучись, точно вор
- The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope
- Robert Burns: Grace After Meat:
- Robert Burns: The Libeller’s Self-Reproof:
- Hyperion. Book I poem – John Keats poems
- An October Nocturne by Yvor Winters
- Николай Языков – Дева ночи
- To Hope poem – John Keats poems
- III: Some Verses: To M. Michaell Drayton by William Alexander
- the_christening.html
- Владимир Вишневский – Она идёт – как Восток алеет
- Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
- Early Risèn by William Barnes
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).
