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
- Arcadian Winter by Willa Cather
- Eternal Existence by Mark Miller
- Silence by Marianne Moore
- A Song of the White Men by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Third Epistle To J. Lapraik:
- Woman by Tala Bar
- Cats by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
- Autumn Days by Will McKendree Carleton
- Алишер Навои – На лице горит созвездье у красавицы моей
- The Upas Tree poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Connaught Rangers by Winifred Mary Letts
- To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Thanksgiving For A National Victory:
- Жан де Лафонтен – Осел со священной ношей
- “`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked” poem – Alfred Austin
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