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
- Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Берггольц – Вечерняя станция
- O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Урал
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- April Is The Saddest Month by William Carlos Williams
- The Sanctuary by Sara Teasdale
- was_then.html
- When Trust Fails… by Olaniyi Beloved Abimbola
- “My soul is sunk in all–suffusing shame” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Pretense of Gathering Pebbles by the Shore by Syed Kawsar Jamal
- Ralph to Mary poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Иван Мятлев – Звезда
- Heel & Toe To The End by William Carlos Williams
- Ольга Седакова – Все труды
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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).