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
- Tulips by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Высоцкий – Запись в книге почётных гостей Киевского завода шампанских вин
- Алишер Навои – Скиталец горький, страсть таю я
- Юнна Мориц – Трудно светиться и петь не легко
- Meditatio poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Федор Тютчев – Как верно здравый смысл народа
- Федор Тютчев – Как ни бесилося злоречье
- The Hidden Law by W H Auden
- Epistle to John Rankine by Robert Burns
- From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale by William Wordsworth
- The Two by W H Auden
- On An Eclipse Of The Moon by Walter Savage Landor
- In Praise of Songs that Die by Vachel Lindsay
- Remember the Tick by RD McManes
- Election Ballad for Westerha’ by Robert Burns
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.