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
- A Dream of Rodney King by Mary TallMountain
- Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
- Юлия Друнина – Бинты
- Late, Late, So Late poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Brookwell by William Barnes
- Владимир Британишский – Феодосия, Керчь, Таганрог
- Ruth by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare
- On Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams by Robert Burns
- I waited by Raj Arumugam
- New York’s Bad Dream by Matthew Abuelo
- Plaidoirie for a “Prince” of Jaffna by T. Wignesan
- A Wink From Hesper by William Ernest Henley
- Николай Заболоцкий – Кто мне откликнулся в чаще лесной
- Grief An’ Gladness by William Barnes
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).
