Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.
As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth’s immeasureable surprise.
They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? by William Shakespeare
- Poem Stories
- Love by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Британишский – Девятое января
- The Gardener LXIV: I Spent My Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- They are Cruel by Rixa White
- Владимир Британишский – Молния ударяет
- Evenèn, An’ Maidens Out At Door by William Barnes
- Kumarakom (after the boat tragedy) by Shreekumar Varma
- The First Chantey by Rudyard Kipling
- Юнна Мориц – Попрыгать-поиграть
- Sonnet 08
- Василий Жуковский – Мщение
- Universal Prayer poem – Alexander Pope
- Reviving My Feminity poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
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.