A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
HOW clear under the trees,
How softly the music flows,
Rippling from one still pool to another
Into the lake of silence.
A few random poems:
- From Far, From Eve and Morning poem – A. E. Housman
- The beauty of the heart by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- On Count Voronstov poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Николай Заболоцкий – Читайте, деревья, стихи Гезиода
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищ! Поищи дома (Главполитпросвет №95)
- Lyric of Love to Leah poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищи, близятся ужасы зимы… (РОСТА №270)
- SOMALIA CALLING by Satish Verma
- London Roses by Willa Cather
- Paradise Lost: Book 04 poem – John Milton poems
- Haunted by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sonnet II: Not At First Sight by Sir Philip Sidney
- An Epigram From Homer by William Cowper
- Омар Хайям – Ну, допустим, что будет тебе и почет
- A Warrior’s Truth by Stephenie Tucker
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Alcaeus of Mytilene ( c. 625/620 – c. 580 Before Christ) ] was a lyric poet from the Greek island of Lesbos who is credited with inventing the Alcaic stanza. He was included in the canonical list of nine lyric poets by the scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria.