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
- Song On May Morning poem – John Milton poems
- Suttee by Sarojini Naidu
- Pain Became My Friend Today © by Shannen Wrass
- Sonnet CIX by William Shakespeare
- Ольга Седакова – Успение
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка лягушонка Джимми и ящерки Билли
- A Captive Throstle poem – Alfred Austin
- Английская поэзия. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 139. o call not me to justify the wrong
- Lyonesse
- The Silver Moon by Sappho
- Orlando Furioso canto 13 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Epitaphs For Two Players by Vachel Lindsay
- Валерий Брюсов – После ночи бессонной
- The Music O’ The Dead by William Barnes
- The Nympholept
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).
