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
- The Burial Of Moliere poem – Andrew Lang poems
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- Terrible Ted poem – Alexander E. Musset poems | Poetry Monster
- you are there moon by Raj Arumugam
- Станислав Востоков – Не умею
- My Beach by Robert Saltzman
- Robert Burns: There Was A Bonie Lass:
- The lords above by Michael Nikoletseas
- Dark spring by Yvor Winters
- Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
- Владимир Корнилов – Пророк
- Владимир Маяковский – Совет Труда и Обороны сделал ассигнование миллионное… ( Главполитпросвет №64)
- Sonnet 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Written On A Summer Evening poem – John Keats poems
- Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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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.