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
- Extinguish Thou My Eyes by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Seven Sages by William Butler Yeats
- The Yeoman of Kent by William Somervile
- The Elms poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing “The Stranger” Played At Inverary poem – John Keats poems
- Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman
- Николай Карамзин – Часто здесь в юдоли мрачной
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Robert Burns: The Holy Fair:
- Алексей Плещеев – Когда твой кроткий, ясный взор
- Карина, ты моя любимая
- Virgule by Thomas Lux
- Владимир Костров – Выходец из волости лесистой
- Владимир Маяковский – Что значило “празднование новогоднее”?.. (РОСТА №672)
- Nocturno poem – Ana Chig poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
