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
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ! Шахтер раздет… (РОСТА №603)
- Иван Дмитриев – Слепец, Собака его и Школьник
- Application For A Driving License by Michael Ondaatje
- Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart: With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn
- Although they are by Sappho
- Вера Павлова – Я дождевой червь
- After Hearing a Waltz poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- River by Shaunna Harper
- Николай Гумилев – Кармен худа, коричневатый
- Юрий Верховский – Рождественскою ночью
- Black Rook In Rainy Weather by Sylvia Plath
- I am Yun Du-seo by Raj Arumugam
- Иван Мятлев – Падучая звезда
- The Leädy’s Tower by William Barnes
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).
