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
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- The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet LXXI by William Shakespeare
- Black Stone On Top Of Nothing by Philip Levine
- Cut by Sylvia Plath
- Spring & Fall: To A Young Child by Ted Hughes
- A Noun Sentence by Mahmoud Darwish
- No Chance To A New Life by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Владимир Корнилов – Повторение
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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.