The sun, a sheer glowing ball,
Falls in a rush of mahogany light
Smokey and palpable
Through the evening night
The air is dense and downy soft
The moon a thin reed flute
Whose solitary tune hearkens to the
Wavering, ethereal keening
Of wind among the creaking pines
The bone-white moon shines eerily
And the air is filled with
The faraway melody of bells
The taste of jasmine blossoms
Settles, glimmering imperceptibly
Over everything
Copyright ©: 2010
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Гумилев – Капитаны
- Admonition by William Wordsworth
- Canto XLIX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Катя Пиксаева – Давай поговорим о доброте
- Dreamer
- Новелла Матвеева – Маяк
- Зинаида Александрова – Ромашки
- Sergei Esenin – Sergueï Essénine – Stars
- Михаил Кузмин – Запел петух, таинственный предвестник
- A Memory by William Allingham
- The Poisoned Present
- Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet to the Nightingale poem – John Milton poems
- Федор Сологуб – Я часть загадки разгадал
- Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: First Version
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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).
