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
- At Night by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Маяковский – России
- Владимир Высоцкий – Странные скачки
- An Essay on Man: Epistle II poem – Alexander Pope
- Kraj Majales (King Of May) poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Searing Heat by Satish Verma
- Николай Гумилев – Злобный гений, царь сомнений
- Metaphysical View by Satish Verma
- Missile – A Tanka Poem
- A Farewell by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Ни знахарство, ни благодать бога в болезни не подмога
- Алексей Жемчужников – Всем хлеба
- Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming by William Shakespeare
- All in June by William Henry Davies
- Ask Me No More by Thomas Carew
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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).
