The Gate
by Marie Howe
I had no idea that the gate I would step through
to finally enter this world
would be the space my brother’s body made. He was
a little taller than me: a young man
but grown, himself by then,
done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet,
rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold
and running water.
This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Breath by Ryssel Guzman
- The Toucan by Shel Silverstein
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- Алексей Толстой – Ты почто, злая кручинушка
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про стукача
- Loot by Rudyard Kipling
- Олег Чупров – Он впадает в смятенье
- To All and Everything by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Омар Хайям – Чистый дух, заключенный в нечистый сосуд
- Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare
- Жан де Лафонтен – Орел, Дикая Свинья и Кошка
- Prologue To Spring by Sylvia Plath
- Change of Climate by Michael S Wilson
- Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3. by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell:
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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).
