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Quixote at home
after my journey
the door is great as a wish
but poor as the prince of a closet
and a new black cloak
Poems on the topic: cloak
Poems on the topic “cloak” on Poets.by.
Refugees
Robbed of our light by the war,
too late to take
pleasure in talk,
I put on my night cloak.
Minna VIII
You draw my heart about you, as a cloak,
And your words steal over it like a reluctant color:
A color of pain that fears to die.
My heart ripples with your slight turning
But sometimes moves when you are still,
Beckoning to longings that have not reached your mouth.
Interim
The night was made for rest and sleep,
For winds that softly sigh;
It was not made for grief and tears;
So then why do I cry?
The wind that blows through leafy trees
Is soft and warm and sweet;
For me the night is a gracious cloak
To hide my soul’s defeat.
Just one dark hour of shaken depths,
Of bitter black despair--
Another day will find me brave,
And not afraid to dare.
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