To Double Lock
by Pierre Reverdy
I am so far from the voices
From the festival’s distant murmur
The foaming mill wheel turns back
The sob of spring water ceases
The hour has painfully glided
Over the moon’s great beaches
And in the cramped warm spaces without a crevice
I sleep head upon elbow
In the calm desert within the lamp’s circle
Terrible time inhuman time
Hunted along muddy sidewalks
Far from the limpid amphitheatre that declines glasses
Far from the decanted song born of leisure
In a bitter tussle of laughter between the teeth
A faded sorrow quaking at your roots
I prefer death forgetfulness dignity
I am so far away when I contemplate all I love
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Костров – Вот избушка
- For The Moment by Pierre Reverdy
- Hummingbird by Nicole M Nugent
- Вероника Тушнова – Знаешь ли ты, что такое горе
- All That’s Past by Walter de la Mare
- On The Dunes by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:
- To his Majestie by William Alexander
- Эмиль Верхарн – Вокруг моего дома
- Epistle to John Rankine by Robert Burns
- Identification In Belfast by Robert Lowell
- Home Sick
- A Country Nosegay poem – Alfred Austin
- Asleep by Wilfred Owen
- Ольга Берггольц – Песня о ленинградской матери
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).
