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
- Wind by Ted Hughes
- The Sonnet, The Lady, And The Prince by William Alexander
- Loot by Rudyard Kipling
- Василий Жуковский – На первое отречение от престола Бонапарте
- A VOW TO VENUS by Robert Herrick
- Before This Little Gift Was Come by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Indian Love Song by Sarojini Naidu
- Epigram on Miss Fontenelle by Robert Burns
- A Ghost in the Shell by Talha Jafri
- The Rival by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Глазков – Почему я отказался от самолёта
- Ballade Of The Southern Cross poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Mowgli’s Song Against People by Rudyard Kipling
- Олег Бундур – Зимнее утро
- Dark spring by Yvor Winters
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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).
