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
- Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Набоков – Глаза
- Suicide In The Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
- Низами Гянджеви – Когда ты локоны свои распустишь
- The Reverie of Poor Susan by William Wordsworth
- The Coin by Sara Teasdale
- For Friends Only by W. H. Auden
- Epistle to a Young Friend by Robert Burns
- Fancy poem – John Keats poems
- The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth
- Wintering by Sylvia Plath
- Your Voice by Walter William Safar
- In Abeyance by Satish Verma
- Nijole Miliauskaite – Nijole Miliauskaite
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).
