What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- NOCTURNAL EMBERS AND LOST LIPS by Steve Troyanovich
- Uncle An’ Aunt by William Barnes
- ah poor moon by Raj Arumugam
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Written On A Summer Evening poem – John Keats poems
- Scots, Wha Hae Wi’ Wallace Bled by Robert Burns
- Федор Сологуб – В моей лампаде ясный свет
- REFLECTING THE PRAISES by Satish Verma
- The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Altho’ He Has Left Me:
- Yell of Pain by Maria Ivana Trevisani Bach
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Предостережение
- Snow Flakes by Tala Bar
- Moonrise by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Заболоцкий – Последняя любовь
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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.