by Ainne Frances dela Cruz
In my old age,
my parents have decided
to give me space:
a room of my own
complete with a bed
and a view of the
woods beside our house.
As the body grows older
it grows inflexible, it seems
either that
or my bed is too hard
I can’t sleep nights.
My muscles involuntarily
curve to an imaginary space
you occupied
lifetimes ago.
I feel the strain of living
whenever my cheek touches
bedsheets, made rough-smooth
by the spin-dry cycle of
the washing-machine downstairs.
I open my windows
to the elements.
I laugh at the face
of cyclones.
There is no reason
to stay.
Why will I
miss this place?
THE LAB 7TH EDITION. Summer 2011, Cultural Arts & Theatre Society
Copyright ©:
2011
A few random poems:
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare
- Аля Кудряшева – Рыбный вальсок
- Fox
- Владимир Маяковский – Постоял здесь, мотнулся туда
- Two Songs for Hedli Anderson by W. H. Auden
- Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner by Robert Burns
- The Manor Garden by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Степанов – Почему не спят котята?
- Николай Некрасов – Не рыдай так безумно над ним
- Алишер Навои – Словно зеркало, сияет лик твой
- Hymn by Sidney Godolphin
- In Seditionem Horrendam, Corruptelis Gallicus Ut Fertue, Londini Nuper Exortam by William Cowper
- American Smooth by Rita Dove
- To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin
- Владислав Ходасевич – Новый год
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
- When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman
- When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman
- When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman
- What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman
- What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman
- What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman
- What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
- We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman
- Visor’d. by Walt Whitman
- Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman
- Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman
- To You. by Walt Whitman
- To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman
- To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman
- To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman
- To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman
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
