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
- What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said by Vachel Lindsay
- What a Glow Everywhere I see – Aaj Rung Hai poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Olney Hymn 45: The Happy Change by William Cowper
- Missing
- Николай Карамзин – Берег
- My Heart Was Full by Stevie Smith
- Владимир Маяковский – Не эти правильно революцию празднуют… (РОСТА №399)
- I Havent Betrayed You My Hometown
- Олег Григорьев – Папа вазу опрокинул
- day_dream.html
- The Woman Of His Dreams by Talha Jafri
- Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Over the Carnage. by Walt Whitman
- In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen by William Butler Yeats
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.