by Ai
We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
And when you open your mouth,
a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
and burns a hole through it.
Don’t tell me, I say. I don’t want to hear.
Did you ever, you start,
wear a certain kind of dress
and just by accident,
so inconsequential you barely notice it,
your fingers graze that dress
and you hear the sound of a knife cutting paper,
you see it too
and you realize how that image
is simply the extension of another image,
that your own life
is a chain of words
that one day will snap.
Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
and beginning to rise heavenward
in their confirmation dresses,
like white helium balloons,
the wreathes of flowers on their heads spinning,
and above all that,
that’s where I’m floating,
and that’s what it’s like
only ten times clearer,
ten times more horrible.
Could anyone alive survive it?
A few random poems:
- Night Song At Amalfi by Sara Teasdale
- A King’s Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral] by Thomas Hardy
- Lover’s Gifts LVIII: Things Throng and Laugh by Rabindranath Tagore
- Валерий Брюсов – Фламандцам
- Lunar Eclipse by Satish Verma
- Lady Weeping at the Crossroads by W H Auden
- Let me be to Thee as the circling bird poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The End of the World
- Hardcastle Crags by Sylvia Plath
- Яков Полонский – Не жди
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- The Dark Cavalier by Margaret Widdemer
- Николай Гумилев – Маргарита
- Welcome by Stephen Dunn
- And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time by William Blake
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- In An Underground Dressing Station by Siegfried Sassoon
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- In An Underground Dressing Station by Siegfried Sassoon
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Blighters’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- At The Cenotaph by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wonderment by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wisdom by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wirers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wind in the Beechwood by Siegfried Sassoon
- When I’m among a Blaze of Lights by Siegfried Sassoon
- What the Captain Said at the Point-to-Point by Siegfried Sassoon
- Vision by Siegfried Sassoon
- Villon by Siegfried Sassoon
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
