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
- Валерий Брюсов – Это было? Неужели?
- Untitled II by Yunus Emre
- In The Village Of My Ancestors by Vasko Popa
- The Choice of Trees by P.J.Reed
- Drum-Taps. by Walt Whitman
- First Verse
- Pollination by Pamela L. Laskin
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Перевал
- Ode to Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- The Dunciad: Book I. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- A Friend’s Illness by William Butler Yeats
- Анатолий Жигулин – Лисенок
- Sporting Acquaintances by Siegfried Sassoon
- Анатолий Жигулин – Ах, как весело листья летят
- Илона Грошева – Когда приходит Дима в парк
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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.