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
- Elegy by Siegfried Sassoon
- Forgotten Promises by Rixa White
- Event by Sylvia Plath
- When the Walls Were White by Noele Martin
- Владимир Британишский – Урочище
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Thoras Song Ashtaroth
- Splenda by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- Олег Григорьев – Крадучись, точно вор
- Николай Языков – Романс (Что делал с Евою Адам)
- Doomsday by Sylvia Plath
- Beautiful Stranger by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Валерий Брюсов – После сенокоса
- Earth’s Answer by William Blake
- Вера Полозкова – Манипенни, твой мальчик, видно, неотвратим
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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).
