There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees and breast
It brings no comfort.
Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?
What loads my hand down?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Curse Of Cromwell by William Butler Yeats
- A Reply To A Pessimist poem – Alfred Austin
- A Te Deum poem – Alfred Austin
- ASHA APARTMENTS, 416, S.V. ROAD by Santosh Kumar Panda
- Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney
- Владимир Британишский – Океан с континентом воюют
- Flower by Rabindranath Tagore
- Raise the head, child by Vinko Kalinić
- Илья Эренбург – Легкий сон
- Mama I’ll Sing One For You by Shel Silverstein
- An Essay on Man: Epistle II poem – Alexander Pope
- American Smooth by Rita Dove
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочие столицы, крестьяне окраины… (Роста №89)
- Moony Affair by Satish Verma
- Lover’s Gifts XIII: Last Night in the Garden by Rabindranath Tagore
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.