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
- A Song To Eleonora Duse In “Francesca da Rimini ” by Sara Teasdale
- Question mark remarks by Mark Miller
- The Silver Moon by Sappho
- Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Эту ночь я дышал тишиной
- In a Spring Grove by William Allingham
- Antediluvian Kural On Twitter
- Ations by Shel Silverstein
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Гавриил Державин – Жуковскому и Родзянке, приславшим с большими похвалами автору перевод его оды «Бог» на французском языке
- The Markets Are Down 2 Amp A Quarter
- Ольга Берггольц – Ни до серебряной и ни до золотой
- A Meditation In Time Of War by William Butler Yeats
- Hai Kou
- Blistering Attack by Satish Verma
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).
