Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.
Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.
It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.
Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe
the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
stars,
how small they were, how far away.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Song—Behold, my love, how green the groves by Robert Burns
- Ode on Solitude poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- I Have Become Very Hairy by Yehuda Amichai
- To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine by William Butler Yeats
- Mingus At The Showplace by William Matthews
- Nothing is Real by Rixa White
- Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Adieu…, adieu…. by Vladimir Marku
- Robert Burns: On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat : Belonging to the same Laird [not quite so wise as Solomon].
- The Labour by Mousumi Guha Roy
- Heart of God by Vachel Lindsay
- Wisteria by Philip Levine
- Алексей Плещеев – Прости
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Extempore On Some Commemorations Of Thomson:
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