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
- Ave Adonai poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Lorelei by Sylvia Plath
- Алишер Навои – Чудесные свершения середины жизни
- Dawlish Fair poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Карамзин – Делиины слова
- Epitaph on John Rankine by Robert Burns
- Everything ends by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Road-Song of the Bandar-Log by Rudyard Kipling
- The Masks of Love
- If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Sonet 54 by William Alexander
- The Singer
- Владимир Степанов – Яхта (Буква Я)
- Death Fugue by Paul Celan
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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.