They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less

Of sound than of words,

In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,

And songless bright birds;

Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,

Insatiable Summer oppresses

Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses,

And faint flocks and herds.

Where in drieariest days, when all dews end,

And all winds are warm,

Wild Winter’s large floodgates are loosen’d,

And floods, freed by storm;

From broken-up fountain heads, dash on

Dry deserts with long pent up passion–

Here rhyme was first framed without fashion,

Song shaped without form.

Whence gather’d?–The locust’s glad chirrup

May furnish a stave;

The ring os rowel and stirrup,

The wash of a wave.

The chauntof a marsh frog in rushes

That chimes through the pauses and hushes

Of nightfall, the torrent that gushes,

The tempests that rave.

In the deep’ning of dawn, when it dapples

The dusk of the sky,

With streaks like the redd’ning of apples,

The ripening of rye.

To eastward, when cluster by cluster,

Dim stars and dull planets, that muster,

Wax wan in a world of white lustre

That spreads far and high.

In the gathering of night gloom o’er head, in

The still silent change,

All fire-flush’d when forest trees redden

On slopes of the range.

When the gnarl’d knotted trunks Eucalyptian

Seemed carved like weird columns Egyptian

With curious device–quaint inscription,

And heiroglyph strange.

In the Spring, when the wattle gold trembles

‘Twixt shadow and shine,

When each dew-laden air draught resembles

A long draught of wine;

When the skyline’s blue burnished resistance

Makes deeper the dreamiest distance,

Some song in all hearts hath existence,–

Such songs have been mine.

Poetry Monster – Home

A few random poems:

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 

• I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gods. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Germs. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

More external links (open in a new tab):

Russian Commerce Agency

Dealing Monster

Doska or the Board – write anything

Search engines:

Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)

Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.

Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees

Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.

Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.

 

Parallel Translations of Poetry

Poems by Author and Category

The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works