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
- Валерий Брюсов – Последнее желанье
- The Song of the Garden-Toad by Vachel Lindsay
- A Moment Of Happiness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Вероника Тушнова – Мне говорят, нету такой любви
- Валерий Брюсов – Из наблюдений
- salamis_quot.html
- Poem
- Fragment From Aeschylus
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лисица и Аист
- The Laird Of Waristoun poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Prophet poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Follies of War by Michael Levy
- O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain by William Wordsworth
- Михаил Лермонтов – Благодарность
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
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).
