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
- Resurgam
- An Untold Tale by Shahida Latif
- Robert Burns: Auld Lang Syne:
- When She Cries by Shel Silverstein
- Oh, Is It Love? poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Solitude: An Ode poem – Alexander Pope
- Morning Song in the Jungle by Rudyard Kipling
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Из поэмы “Дуняша”
- Rosslyn To The Prime Minister by Graham Rowlands
- Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
- Into My Own by Robert Frost
- Blow, Bugle, Blow poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – У Наполеона Ватерлоо есть хотя б
- Владимир Степанов – Волнушки
- Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston by William Cowper
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.