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 the sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?
What loads my hands down?
I am busy working to bring Philip Arthur Larkin's "Going" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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