Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself —
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Coolness by Yosa Buson
- I Will Sing You One-O by Robert Frost
- Hurting Dive by Satish Verma
- Friendship poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Exit by Rita Dove
- To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Full Fathom Five by Sylvia Plath
- Наум Коржавин – Генерал
- Astigmatism poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Зинаида Александрова – Чай в саду
- Eclogue:–The Common A-Took In by William Barnes
- Виктор Колесников – Вороний мат во все концы
- “Wishing to float” by Seema Gupta
- Don’t Ask Me Why poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? poem – Alexander Pushkin
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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).