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
- Blue Roses by Rudyard Kipling
- The Bell Buoy by Rudyard Kipling
- Robinson by Weldon Kees
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- The Zilver-Weed by William Barnes
- In Uncertainty To A Lady poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Кондратий Рылеев – Мне тошно здесь, как на чужбине
- On The Death Of Mr Crashaw
- Into My Own by Robert Frost
- Answer To A Child’s Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Ольга Берггольц – Майя
- The Pike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 02
- Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
- Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell
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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).
