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
- Casualty by Seamus Heaney
- Reconciliation by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ольга Берггольц – Ты будешь ждать
- Николай Тихонов – Когда людям советским
- For My Mother
- The Lonely Climber: A Seed Poem by Mike Yuan
- Base of all Metaphysics, The. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Берггольц – Не знаю, не знаю, живу
- Олег Григорьев – А меня уж везли зарывать
- Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Костров – То в ночи она вспыхнет, как спичка
- In Midas’ Country by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Если белогвардейщину не добьем совсем… (РОСТА №148)
- Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope
- Prayer, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
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).
