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
- Timothy Thomas Fortune – Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Николай Языков – Переезд через приморские Альпы
- November by Walter de la Mare
- Baptistry
- Николай Гумилев – Лаос
- The Host Of The Air by William Butler Yeats
- The River Of Pearls At Fez Translation
- The Precinct. Rochester poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lover’s Gifts LIV: In the Beginning of Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Олег Бундур – Ближе к снегу
- Under The Blue Skies… poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare
- Chorus of Youths and Virgins poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Death of Lincoln by William Cullen Bryant
- Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul by William Shakespeare
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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.