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 – Филлида
- Summer poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Real Work by Wendell Berry
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Oh Mother poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Beautiful Lofty Things by William Butler Yeats
- Иван Мятлев – Наставление Гр[афине] Р[астопчиной]
- The Gift of the Sea by Rudyard Kipling
- Валерий Брюсов – Инкогнито
- Sunday Morning by Susan King Saunders
- Владимир Гиппиус – Слава
- Drummer Boy by Thomas J Camp
- The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Destiny Far Away
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.