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
- Taking On by Satish Verma
- An April Love poem – Alfred Austin
- Violets Beauty Passing
- re_word by RD McManes
- Гавриил Державин – Философы, пьяный и трезвый
- Seed Time And Harvest
- The One Night Stand : An Approach to the Bridge by Paul Blackburn
- Ballades IV – Of Life poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Dream-Forest by Siegfried Sassoon
- Blame Aphrodite by Sappho
- Landscapes poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Яков Полонский – Поэт и гражданин, он призван был учить
- Catching the Rain by Raj Napal
- Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool by Ruth Padel
- Sonet 36 by William Alexander
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