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
- Chocolate by Rita Dove
- The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Николай Тихонов – Другу
- Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare
- [Greek Title] by Thomas Hardy
- Sound and Spirit by Oladele Hussein
- Robert Burns: A Health To Ane I Loe Dear:
- София Парнок – Он ходит с женщиной в светлом
- Starlight
- Hope In Spring by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: O Can Ye Labour Lea?:
- cell-mate.html
- Омар Хайям – Не смешно ли весь век по копейке копить
- The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu
- Olney Hymn 24: Prayer For Children by William Cowper
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.