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
- Outsong in the Jungle by Rudyard Kipling
- Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
- Владимир Бенедиктов – На гулянье
- Robert Burns: To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan: In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career.
- Benediction by Rabindranath Tagore
- Song. Murdering Beauty by Thomas Carew
- Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. poem – John Keats poems
- Come up from the Fields, Father. by Walt Whitman
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 91. Oh, Ye Dead!. Томас Мур.
- The Drunken Fisherman by Robert Lowell
- Love In Autumn by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: Poem On Pastoral Poetry :
- Rogue Elephant poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Give Me Back My Rags #11 by Vasko Popa
- antediluvian_kural_on_twitter.html
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.