We have done what we wanted.
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.
And now we are here.
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
The wine waits.
Coming to this
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Ни на Европу не надейся, ни на прокукиш, надейся только на свои руки (Главполитпросвет №343)
- Виктор Гусев – Сестра
- Владимир Вишневский – Кто-то тянется к водному поло
- Calypso by W H Auden
- Arrival by Philip Larkin
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton:
- Владимир Степанов – Весёлый транспорт
- Robert Burns: The Deil’s Awa Wi’ The Exciseman:
- Darest Thou Now, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Олег Григорьев – Если где-то кому-то плачется
- The Leader by Roger McGough
- Portrait of a Baby by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Buddha by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: O That’s The Lassie O’ My Heart :
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).
