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
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: To A Mountain Daisy: On turning down with the Plough, in April, 1786.
- Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by T. S. Eliot
- Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain by William Shakespeare
- A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Robert Burns: On A Henpecked Country Squire:
- Facing West from California’s Shores. by Walt Whitman
- View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Jacaranda by Norma Martiri
- Николай Заболоцкий – Офорт
- Николай Глазков – Чтоб улыбалось счастье
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь материальную базу
- Ярослав Смеляков – В защиту домино
- Poets to Come. by Walt Whitman
- For the Union Dead by Robert Lowell
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).
