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
- In a Minor Key poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- A Saint Between Us by Satish Verma
- Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney
- Robert Burns: Scotch Drink :
- The Mower Against Gardens poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Омар Хайям – Будь камнем твердым я
- Most Precious by R. L. Karlowsky
- Джон Донн – Я весь боренье, на беду мою
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- A Child’s Evening Prayer by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Words by William Butler Yeats
- Borrowed Verses by Subhash Misra
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On “Wee Johnie”: Hic Jacet wee Johnie.
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).
