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
- The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends by William Butler Yeats
- Streets Of Teal by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: On Her Recovery
- Fragment: Modern Love poem – John Keats poems
- vestiges.html
- Robert Burns: Verses Written With A Pencil Over the Chimney-piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth.:
- Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
- The Secret Garden by Rita Dove
- Four Quartets 2: East Coker by T. S. Eliot
- O Why Do You Walk poem – A. E. Housman
- London Roses by Willa Cather
- The Old Age Of Queen Maeve by William Butler Yeats
- Gray Room by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Корнилов – Разговор
- Robert Burns: Presentation Stanzas To Correspondents:
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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).
