Primrose
by Patrick Kavanagh
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind.
Better than wealth it is, I said, to find
One small page of Truth’s manuscript made clear.
I looked at Christ transfigured without fear–
The light was very beautiful and kind,
And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed
I read it through the lenses of a tear.
And then my sight grew dim, I could not see
The primrose that had lighted me to Heaven,
And there was but the shadow of a tree
Ghostly among the stars. The years that pass
Like tired soldiers nevermore have given
Moments to see wonders in the grass.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Набоков – Путь
- My Highland Lassie, O by Robert Burns
- Casualty by Seamus Heaney
- Whitsuntide An’ Club Walken by William Barnes
- Олег Бундур – Жёлудь
- The Fountain by William Wordsworth
- What these girl means to me by Maphoto selokela
- “Young England–What Is Then Become Of Old” by William Wordsworth
- Let go of your worries by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Николай Карамзин – Соломонова мудрость, или мысли, выбранные из Экклезиаста
- Владимир Костров – Письмо в никуда
- The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
- A Dream Of Death by William Butler Yeats
- An Address to Shakespeare by William Topaz McGonagall
- Николай Языков – Песни (Мы любим шумные пиры)
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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).
