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
- Михаил Кузмин – В густом лесу мы дождь пережидали
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell:
- Writing to Onegin by Ruth Padel
- Нина Веселова – Жена
- The Perfect Sacrifice by William Cowper
- One Step Backward Taken by Robert Frost
- Виктор Гончаров – Опять пришла пора дождей
- When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water by Rabindranath Tagore
- On Reading Omar Khayyam by Vachel Lindsay
- Огюст Барбье – Любовь к песням
- Reconciliation. by Walt Whitman
- Олег Бундур – Жёлудь
- Николай Языков – Дом сумасшедших в Дерпте
- Sometimes with One I Love. by Walt Whitman
- Holding my heart for YOU by Neelam Sinha
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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).
