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
- Now What Is Love by Sir Walter Raleigh
- The Otter by Seamus Heaney
- Николай Глазков – Последний зимний
- Green Circle by Satish Verma
- Satisfaction of my eyes poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner:
- Dead On Arrival by Preethi Saravanakumar
- Lover’s Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven by Rabindranath Tagore
- In a Vale by Robert Frost
- Adaptation by Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
- An Eare-Stringe by William Strode
- Robert Burns: Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge:
- The Epic Menageries by MB Moshe
- Владимир Костров – Отшумели сады, отзвенела вода
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.