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
- The End by Sharon Olds
- Who’s Who by W H Auden
- Михаил Кузмин – Зеленая птичка
- Юнна Мориц – Дрожащие губы и скрежет плаща
- A Sight in Camp. by Walt Whitman
- Dove in the Arch by Robert Desnos
- Robert Burns: On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston,: Late Lord President of the Court of Session.
- Distant View Of England From The Sea by William Lisle Bowles
- Eidólons. by Walt Whitman
- A Morning Letter by Stevens Cadet
- Reason Use It Divine Matters
- Epistle to Hugh Parker by Robert Burns
- Владимир Британишский – Смерть Крылова
- Epistle to William Simson by Robert Burns
- The Unsound Utterance by Raju Baruah
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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