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
- Nick And The Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
- Tony Harrison – Tony Harrison
- Valentine In Form Of Ballade poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Джон Мильтон – Новым гонителям свободы
- Низами Гянджеви – Если б радость не лучилась
- Robert Burns: On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat : Belonging to the same Laird [not quite so wise as Solomon].
- Владимир Гиппиус – Закон чего? – закона нет
- Where The Mind Is Without Fear by Rabindranath Tagore
- Spirituality of Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet
- the_dormouse_and_the_doctor.html
- Says. by Walt Whitman
- Incommunicado by Sylvia Plath
- In These Present Times How Worried Should We Be?
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лев, сраженный Человеком
- Conviction (ii) by Stevie Smith
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).
