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
- The Taste of Morning by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Topiary poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Eye-Mote by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Заболоцкий – Битва с предками
- Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The wish, that of the living whol poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Город женщин
- The Dregs Of Love poem – Alfred Austin
- The Sultans Palace
- Miracles by Paul Hostovsky
- At The Smithville Methodist Church by Stephen Dunn
- To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
- Dawned Again
- Владимир Британишский – Урочище
- A Message from my Lodge at Wangchuan to Pei Di by Wang Wei
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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.