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
- Жан де Лафонтен – Война Крыс и Ласок
- His Insufficiency Of Praise by Luis Vaz de Camoes
- Ode–Shell The Old City! Shell! by William Gilmore Simms
- Иван Демьянов – Одежкин домик
- With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth
- How Am I? by Matt Bohart
- The Basket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- An Old Man’s Thought of School. by Walt Whitman
- Book Second [School-Time Continued] by William Wordsworth
- My Precious Girl by Tiffany Ann Monroe
- Robert Burns: Sappho Redivivus: Fragment
- Human Joys
- Sonnet To The Nile poem – John Keats poems
- Daphnis And Chloe poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Николай Карамзин – К Алине на смерть ее супруга
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).
