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
- An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar by Robert Browning
- Владимир Костров – Видение на озере
- Юрий Галансков – Справедливости окровавленные уста
- Юлия Друнина – Ты рядом
- Chronicles by Mark Olynyk
- Sonnet 02 poem – John Milton poems
- Poets to Come. by Walt Whitman
- Lover’s Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven by Rabindranath Tagore
- Илья Зданевич – Пабло Пикассо
- xai_kou0.html
- A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode
- Mourning poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Олег Григорьев – Совершенно откровенно
- The First Lover
- Hortus poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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).
