There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees and breast
It brings no comfort.
Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?
What loads my hand down?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow by Robert Duncan
- Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Марине
- Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic by Robert Burns
- Fragment – Wee Willie Gray (Song) by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Ужасающая фамильярность
- Sonnet to the Nightingale poem – John Milton poems
- To England poem – Alfred Austin
- God Full Of Mercy by Yehuda Amichai
- In Seditionem Horrendam, Corruptelis Gallicus Ut Fertue, Londini Nuper Exortam by William Cowper
- One More Awakening by Pawan Kumar
- Butterflies by Rudyard Kipling
- Dedication From Moremi by Wole Soyinka
- On The Tomb Of A Priestess Of Artemis by Sappho
- the_kings_breakfast.html
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.