Primrose
by Patrick Kavanagh
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind.
Better than wealth it is, I said, to find
One small page of Truth’s manuscript made clear.
I looked at Christ transfigured without fear–
The light was very beautiful and kind,
And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed
I read it through the lenses of a tear.
And then my sight grew dim, I could not see
The primrose that had lighted me to Heaven,
And there was but the shadow of a tree
Ghostly among the stars. The years that pass
Like tired soldiers nevermore have given
Moments to see wonders in the grass.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Near The Wall Of A House by Yehuda Amichai
- The Last Tournament poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Творцы дорог
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня микрофона
- The Russian Fugitive by William Wordsworth
- The Red Earth of Kupungarri by Nicole M Nugent
- Николай Глазков – Рассчитывая на успех
- To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman
- Федор Сологуб – Слепой судьбе противореча
- Drink To Her by Thomas Moore
- Владимир Маяковский – Письмо Татьяне Яковлевой
- Низами Гянджеви – Где путь в кумирню
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Wold Friends A-Met by William Barnes
- Song of the Broad-Axe. by Walt Whitman
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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).
