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
- walking with a staff by Raj Arumugam
- Out Of The Window
- The Ring of Stars by Robert Desnos
- English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Assault. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
- Владимир Бенедиктов – При иллюминации
- Be Healthier, Live Longer By Being Creative!
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Светлые ночи
- Irony poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Green Thumb by Philip Levine
- Вера Павлова – Завещание
- The Little Turtle by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Орлов – Белые стихи о черном пуделе
- Николай Глазков – Рассчитывая на успех
- Alone
- A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts poem – Andrew Lang poems
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).
