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
- Василий Жуковский – Мщение
- The Rising and Falling of Trees by Patricia Fargnoli
- To Ailsa Rock poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот Вы докатились до сороковых
- Robert Burns: Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell: Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.
- Influence of Natural Objects by William Wordsworth
- A Portrait Of 1783 poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Сейчас беднее нас нет… (РОСТА №742)
- Memory by Siegfried Sassoon
- Raw Silk by Vinita Agrawal
- A Faery’s Lament poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Оливер Голдсмит – Песенка
- Trial by Ruth Padel
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Недолго
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Леля
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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.