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
- Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke
- Little Abigail and the Beautiful Pony by Shel Silverstein
- Олег Бундур – Дождь
- Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer’s Eve poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Prologue Spoken At The Theatre Of Dumfries: On New Year’s Day Evening, 1790.
- O Tell Me The Truth About Love by W H Auden
- Юрий Верховский – Зачем, паук, уходишь торопливо
- Hand Dark
- Robert Burns: The Chevalier’s Lament:
- doughnuts for sale by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Маяковский – Власть канцелярии – вот слова “бюрократия” перевод… (РОСТА №655)
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Монастыркам
- Юлия Друнина – Царевна
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Гербель – На смерть воробья
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).
