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
- In The Valley Of The Elwy poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Юлия Друнина – Есть праздники, что навсегда с тобой
- Sonnet To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- Unlike, For Example, The Sound Of A Riptooth Saw by Thomas Lux
- Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот советской России враги. С каждым боритесь, пока не погиб (РОСТА № 179)
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихи о Фоме
- Ts’ai Chi’h poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Tree of Scarlet Berries poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Day’s End by Tu Fu
- epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
- Most Sweet it is by William Wordsworth
- The Lord of Burleigh poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- 1991-I by Wendell Berry
- Inside/Outside The Window
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.