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
- Robert Burns: The Young Highland Rover:
- Base of all Metaphysics, The. by Walt Whitman
- Miracles. by Walt Whitman
- The Cleaving by Samuel Hazo
- Hymn poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- “Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con” by William Wordsworth
- The Princess (prologue) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- Аля Кудряшева – М. и П.
- The Bride
- Robert Burns: Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near:
- In The Forum poem – Alfred Austin
- Amity’s Death by SAAJIDA GORA
- In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick
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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.