Don’t Need Anything
by Pat Mullan
You gave me a present,
A book on Haiku and
I knew what you meant
Without knowing your language
the little brown bird
dies on this bright May morning
hitting the window
I am a strange woman,
I am a free spirit, you said,,
And then you were gone
looking back at the
sun setting over the hill
i am walking tall
we shared this May day
of high skies over Corrib
and picked wild flowers
And, at midnight , you wrote a poem for me;
‘You know the colour of the sky in English
I know the smell of the flowers in Japanese
And we know the image of everything
Don’t need anything.”
End of the poem
15 random poems
- conference_swan_beauty.html
- Song Of Four Faries poem – John Keats poems
- Those Born In Obscure Times poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Николай Гумилев – На Дуксе ли, на Бенце ль я
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman
- My iPod by Roland Bastien
- He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace by William Butler Yeats
- Lesson In Grammar by Vernon Scannell
- Woodcom’ Feast by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: On Commissary Goldie’s Brains:
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Blame by Raj Napal
- Strada’s Nightingale by William Cowper
- Her Epitaph by William Strode
- For Mêng Hao-jan by Wang Wei
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).
