Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one:
to her I send the coffin of lightest wood.
Waves billow round it as round the bed of our dream in Rome;
it wears a white wig as I do and speaks hoarsely:
it talks as I do when I grant admittance to hearts.
It knows a French song about love, I sang it in autumn
when I stopped as a tourist in Lateland and wrote my letters
to morning.
A fine boat is that coffin carved in the coppice of feelings.
I too drift in it downbloodstream, younger still than your eye.
Now you are young as a bird dropped dead in March snow,
now it comes to you, sings you its love song from France.
You are light: you will sleep through my spring till it’s over.
I am lighter:
in front of strangers I sing.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Rosalie’s Good Eats Cafe by Shel Silverstein
- Юрий Левитанский – Диалог у новогодней елки
- Олег Григорьев – Дачник
- Юлия Друнина – В сорок пятом
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 9 из 15
- Владимир Высоцкий – Однако, втягивать живот
- A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
- The Cactus Thicket
- Владимир Костров – Видение на озере
- The Soundless Ocean by Tanmoy
- Владимир Маяковский – Прощанье
- To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory by Phillis Wheatley
- On the Same poem – John Milton poems
- Are You Content? by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet IX by William Shakespeare
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).
