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
- Омар Хайям – Кому там от Любви покой необходим
- Гавриил Державин – Афинейскому витязю
- Robert Burns: Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay:
- Canto XLIX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Моя медаль
- Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
- Robert Burns: Beware O’ Bonie Ann:
- A Lady poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- On The Death Of J. C. An Infant by Phillis Wheatley
- The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus by William Butler Yeats
- Олег Бундур – Кулинар
- Whoever Comes From The Earth by Nelly Sachs
- Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats by Sylvia Plath
- A Coat by William Butler Yeats
- Омар Хайям – Любовь роковая беда
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).
