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
- Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid Of The In poem – John Keats poems
- Ballades II – Of The Book-Hunter poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Anecdote Of Canna by Wallace Stevens
- София Парнок – Белой ночью
- A Plain Life by William Henry Davies
- Владимир Маяковский – Дом Герцена
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Из стихотворения «Призраки»
- After A Journey by Thomas Hardy
- Николай Карамзин – Приношение грациям
- I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin
- epitaph_for_our_children.html
- Джон Китс – Что ж, по горам и по долам
- His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh
- The Motto
- Colonel Martin 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).
