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
- Владимир Британишский – Как турмалин, что субстанцию сланца
- Peter by Marianne Moore
- Objector by William Stafford
- Lesson In Grammar by Vernon Scannell
- The Redeemer by Siegfried Sassoon
- A Song of an Autumn Night. by Wang Wei
- Roaming Cloud by Rabindranath Tagore
- Карина, моей души ты яркий свет
- Олег Сердобольский – Зимний кот
- On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder’d By Richardson by Phillis Wheatley
- Олег Бундур – Копуша
- Song—She’s Fair and Fause by Robert Burns
- Алексей Толстой – Пустой дом
- Низами Гянджеви – Я бросил молодость в пожар моей любви
- Sonnet CXL by William Shakespeare
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).
