What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- To A Wife, On Mother’s Day by Ronald G. Auguste
- Rain Falls
- Владимир Маяковский – Два опиума
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Маяковский – Дожмем! В России буржуазия побеждена… (РОСТА №841)
- Insolent couplets
- The Poet And The Muse poem – Alfred Austin
- Loves Blindness
- Ольга Берггольц – Пахнет соснами, гарью, тленьем
- Book Twelfth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ] by William Wordsworth
- Ярослав Смеляков – В защиту домино
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- The Gadfly poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Тбилисские ночи
- Man And The Echo by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
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).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.