Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.
As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth’s immeasureable surprise.
They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Карамзин – К неверной
- The Companionable Ills by Sylvia Plath
- gesture_theory_a_villanelle.html
- Владимир Набоков – Будь со мной прозрачнее и проще
- Robert Burns: Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e:
- Владимир Орлов – Добрый день
- Robert Burns: Auld Rob Morris:
- CROSSING THE DEAF by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: Craigieburn Wood:
- City of My Childhood
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
- Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton
- Омар Хайям – Не смешно ли весь век по копейке копить
- Шекспир – Не позволяю помыслам ревнивым – Сонет 57
- Михаил Лермонтов – Без вас хочу сказать вам много
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.