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
- Girl’s Song by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – О том, как у Керзона с обедом разрасталась аппетитов зона
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- The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment poem – John Keats poems
- Summer Wind by William Cullen Bryant
- Аля Кудряшева – Октябрь был дождем, непонятным месяцем
- The Early Purges by Seamus Heaney
- Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
- Hughley Steeple poem – A. E. Housman
- To a friend by Vinko Kalinić
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Орест (перевод)
- Стефан Малларме – Вздох
- Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin
- The One-Legged Man by Siegfried Sassoon
- Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries by Robert Burns
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.