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 Бенедиктов – Липы
- And Still to USA they get! by Tom Mukasa
- Brown’s Descent by Robert Frost
- Depression Before Spring by Wallace Stevens
- On The Plethora Of Dryads by Sylvia Plath
- To Some Ladies poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Британишский – Калмыцкое побережье Каспия
- Raindrops by Michael Mulcahy
- Hymn To Light
- Иннокентий Анненский – Листы
- Hughley Steeple poem – A. E. Housman
- The Lord of Burleigh poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet # 11 by Luis A. Estable
- If I To You But Sorry Bring poem – Alfred Austin
- Easter Communion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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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).
