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
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Хлоя
- Hope
- Sonnet 06
- Moony Affair by Satish Verma
- Владимир Британишский – Автопортрет Давида
- A Question poem – Alfred Austin
- Light The Festive Candles
- Английская поэзия. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 139. o call not me to justify the wrong
- Николай Заболоцкий – Гурзуф ночью
- TEMPORARY AND NOW by PEGGY AYLSWORTH
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Back To The Border
- Огюст Барбье – Джульетта милая
- Still poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
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.