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
- Clover by Sidney Lanier
- Robert Burns: Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair:
- The Sea Wind by Sara Teasdale
- At Sea by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Юлия Друнина – Здесь продают билеты на Парнас
- Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Владимир Маяковский – Четвертый вывоз
- Юнна Мориц – Это вьюги хрустящий калач
- Владимир Высоцкий – Запись в книге почётных гостей Киевского завода шампанских вин
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- Elegy I. To Charles Deodati (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Dark House by Sylvia Plath
- Oh You Are Coming by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Высоцкий – Надо с кем-то рассорить кого-то
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.