A Dedication
by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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.
A few random poems:
- The Beginning of the End by Rixa White
- Essay On The Personal by Stephen Dunn
- Robert Burns: Written In Friars Carse Hermitage: On Nithside
- Омар Хайям – О мудрец, если тот или этот дурак
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем, скажи
- Grace before and after Meat by Robert Burns
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Федор Тютчев – Как ни тяжел последний час
- Владимир Набоков – Большая медведица
- Civilian and Soldier by Wole Soyinka
- Come down, O Maid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet LXIV: When I Have Seen by Time’s Fell Hand Defac’d by William Shakespeare
- The Callous Statues by Shahida Latif
- This Dog by Rabindranath Tagore
- Epitaph by Sir Walter Raleigh
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
- Низами Гянджеви – Жить в заботе и невзгодах, расточая зло
- Низами Гянджеви – Я долго шел по лугу лет
- Низами Гянджеви – Я бросил молодость в пожар моей любви
- Низами Гянджеви – Хмельное счастье мое очнется
- Низами Гянджеви – Встань, виночерпий, не ленись
- Низами Гянджеви – Влюбленных порицают все
- Низами Гянджеви – В привычке сердца воровать ты
- Низами Гянджеви – В ночи я знаю
- Низами Гянджеви – Увы, на этой лужайке, где согнут страстью я,
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты рукой мне сжала сердце
- Низами Гянджеви – Тропы мне ни в духан, ни к богу нету
- Низами Гянджеви – Там, где лик ты светлый явишь
- Низами Гянджеви – Спустилась ночь
- Низами Гянджеви – Спать не стоит
- Низами Гянджеви – Слышишь, звякнул бубенцами
- Низами Гянджеви – Семь красавиц
- Низами Гянджеви – Розу пологом колючим
- Низами Гянджеви – Расступился черный мускус
- Низами Гянджеви – Ради встречи с тобой я до края земли дошел
More external links (open in a new tab):
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
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833 – 1870) was an Australian or British-Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He is considered to be one of the first national Australian poets.