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 Linden On The Lawn by William Barnes
- The Lake Isle poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Passing Show poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- An Imperial Rescript by Rudyard Kipling
- Яков Полонский – Письмо
- Faithless Nelly Gray by Thomas Hood
- Holy Thursday (Innocence) by William Blake
- Вера Павлова – Твоя хладность
- On the Idle Hill of Summer by A. E. Housman
- The Slantèn Light O’ Fall by William Barnes
- I Wish This Lovely Time Never Ends by Miraj Patel
- Ka ‘Ba poem – Amiri Baraka poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Степанов – Масленица
- Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem poem – John Keats poems
- In Ithica poem – Andrew Lang poems
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.