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
- Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY by Sir Philip Sidney
- Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress by Vachel Lindsay
- My Lady’s Law by Rudyard Kipling
- Sappho To Her Girlfriends by Sappho
- The End by Rabindranath Tagore
- Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Cocaine Lil and Morphine Sue by W H Auden
- English Poetry. Francis Turner Palgrave. A Churchyard in Oxfordshire. Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев.
- Tori Soorat Kay Balihaari poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Gardener LXVIII: None Lives For Ever, Brother by Rabindranath Tagore
- Василий Жуковский – Был у меня товарищ
- L’Allegro poem – John Milton poems
- Wintering by Sylvia Plath
- I a soul by Muralidharan Mudaliar
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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).
