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
- Le monstre by Patryck Froissart
- Ballade Of Cleopatra’s Needle poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Sonnet 11
- Wild Dark Love Song by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
- The Death of Grandfather poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- The Gardener LXIV: I Spent My Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- Insolent Storm Strikes At The Skull by Sylvia Plath
- God Neither Known Nor Loved By The World by William Cowper
- For The Anniversary Of My Death by W. S. Merwin
- The Clasp by Sharon Olds
- Mother by Sachin Yadav (Pen Name: Rahul Nachhiketa)
- A Life Story
- Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Случай
- if_i_were_king.html
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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.