Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer’s pace.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Юнна Мориц – Зейдер-Зее
- Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet by Robert Burns
- Олег Григорьев – На заборе валенки
- Олег Бундур – Бесконечность
- Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo by William Wordsworth
- Ho, everyone that thirsteth poem – A. E. Housman
- Василий Жуковский – Гомер
- Sonnet 08
- A Last Confession by William Butler Yeats
- How Does Writing Improves Your Mental Health?
- Percy Janes Boarding The Bus
- Анатолий Жигулин – Цветы сажают в торф
- Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show by Sir Philip Sidney
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Minnesang by Neil Outar
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).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.