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
- Before The Law by Michael Major
- Владимир Степанов – Зима
- In Memory Of The Late John Thornton, Esq. by William Cowper
- Николай Глазков – Давно хотел сложить стихи
- Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare
- Stravinsky’s Three Pieces poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Last Whisper by Nizar Sartawi
- On Looking Into The Eyes Of A Demon Lover by Sylvia Plath
- Степан Щипачев – Лил дождь осенний
- Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman
- Are You the New person, drawn toward Me? by Walt Whitman
- Reply to an Announcement by J. Rankine by Robert Burns
- To a Western Boy. by Walt Whitman
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 7 из 15
- Forgiveness by Zaklina (Jacqueline) Filipova- Svekjarovska
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.