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
- Bring Wine by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Валерий Брюсов – После сенокоса
- last_word_to_childhood.html
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Чехарда в палате… (РОСТА №881)
- Николай Языков – Элегии (Скажи: когда)
- Олег Чупров – Мама
- To Death poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Before the Battle by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Stanzas On Naething: Extempore Epistle to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Владимир Высоцкий – В далёком созвездии Тау Кита
- Alone by Walter de la Mare
- Николай Глазков – Поэтоград
- Xai Kou1
- The Heart Of The Woman by William Butler Yeats
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).