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
- Lune de Miel by T. S. Eliot
- Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux
- Владимир Британишский – Мне скучно
- Essay On The Personal by Stephen Dunn
- The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Sonnet 15 poem – John Milton poems
- Аля Кудряшева – Молитва
- Late Autumn by William Allingham
- “Although no stupid scoffer, I” poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain:
- From ‘Arcades’ poem – John Milton poems
- Tu Fu – Tu Fu
- Denner’s Old Woman by William Cowper
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Haunted. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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