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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка о слухах
- Magdalen poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- John Milton – John Milton Poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Из-за облака скользящий
- Владислав Ходасевич – Нет, не шотландской королевой
- The Wishing-Caps by Rudyard Kipling
- X: Some Verses: To His Most Affectionate Friend Mr. Lithgow by William Alexander
- The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Заболоцкий – Я трогал листы эвкалипта
- Threads of Gold by Ronald G. Auguste
- The Nights Remember by Sara Teasdale
- The useless counsellor by Ross D Tyler
- Владимир Британишский – У этой матери кормящей
- Dirce by Walter Savage Landor
- Наум Коржавин – К моему двадцатипятилетию
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).
