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
- Conversation 4: On Place by Rosmarie Waldrop
- Haiku by Robby Charters
- Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- A Truthful Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Алексей Толстой – В альбом (Стрелок, на той поляне)
- Михаил Лермонтов – Воля
- Низами Гянджеви – Если б радость не лучилась
- The Steeple-Jack by Marianne Moore
- To Ellen Terry poem – Alfred Austin
- Colonel Martin by William Butler Yeats
- Crowdie ever mair (Song) by Robert Burns
- Forlorn, my love, no comfort here (Song) by Robert Burns
- Impresa by Satish Verma
- Water by Robert Lowell
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.