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
- dreams the wind by Steve Troyanovich
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- On the Danger of Procrastination by Abraham Cowley
- Alfred Lord Tennyson; The Coming Of Arthur poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Британишский – Наш учитель истории
- A Celebration by William Carlos Williams
- Mother o’ Mine by Rudyard Kipling
- The Storm
- Аля Кудряшева – Октябрь был дождем, непонятным месяцем
- Владимир Орлов – Цветное молоко
- Denis poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Виктор Гончаров – Прощайте, спасибо
- Robert Burns: The Lass That Made The Bed To Me :
- The Applicant by Sylvia Plath
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).
