Composition
by Peter Cooley
I have watched from this chair all afternoon
alone, while snow traces features of hills
I’d never noticed, watching the light fall,
get up, fall, pulling the dark after it.
No one is here. No one inhabits me
but my poem, images that stumble, rise
to take the air, refusing measure, lines
refusing breath.Tangible as angels.
The house is still, my wife& children gone
till dinner. No one. The quiet almosty breaks
it is so fine,this paper always blank
where I sit, shaking, shaking words like bells
in the company of strangers, myself.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Вера Павлова – Заплетала косички
- The Room The Light and Golden Dust by Vishnu J Mohan
- Альфред де Мюссе – Печаль
- Владимир Степанов – Жучка и тучка
- A World So Different by Mary Etta Metcalf
- From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
- Владимир Британишский – На полпути в Илимск
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени — копенгаген 1969
- Robert Burns: Inscription: Written on the blank leaf of a copy of the last edition of my poems, presented to the Lady whom, in so many fictitious reveries of passion, but with the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sung under the name of-“Chloris.”
- how far are you? by Raj Arumugam
- Lucky by Thomas Lux
- Василий Казин – Ну, тебя ль, далекая
- He That Loves A Rosy Cheek by Thomas Carew
- Lover’s Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore
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).
