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
- Live for the moment, be in the present by Ramesh V Deshpande
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот раньше жизнь
- Владимир Маяковский – Перекопский энтузиазм
- Daffodil Dreams by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Holding my heart for YOU by Neelam Sinha
- On Receiving Hayley’s Picture by William Cowper
- Cleared by Rudyard Kipling
- The Beggar by William Ellery Leonard
- For The Future by Wendell Berry
- Hear the Voice by William Blake
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye
- The Angel Of The Church by William Gilmore Simms
- From The ‘Antigone’ by William Butler Yeats
- Василий Жуковский – К кн. Вяземскому и В.Л.Пушкину
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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).
