by Alden Nowlan
A mysterious naked man has been reported
on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing
the usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens.
Almost everyone is outdoors and strangers are conversing
excitedly
as they do during disasters when their involvement is
peripheral.
‘What did he look like? ‘ the lieutenant is asking.
‘I don’t know, ‘ says the witness. ‘He was naked.’
There is talk of dogs-this is no ordinary case
of indecent exposure, the man has been seen
a dozen times since the milkman spotted him and now
the sky is turning purple and voices
carry a long way and the children
have gone a little crazy as they often do at dusk
and cars are arriving
from other sections of the city.
And the mysterious naked man
is kneeling behind a garbage can or lying on his belly
in somebody’s garden
or maybe even hiding in the branches of a tree,
where the wind from the harbour
whips at his naked body,
and by now he’s probably done
whatever it was he wanted to do
and wishes he could go to sleep
or die
or take to the air like Superman.
A few random poems:
- The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus by William Butler Yeats
- Cuchulain Comforted by William Butler Yeats
- Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs by Wallace Stevens
- Dead Orchard by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Sonnet To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, онанисты, кричите «Ура!»
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Hugh Parker:
- The Gardener LXIV: I Spent My Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Карамзин – Соломонова мудрость, или мысли, выбранные из Экклезиаста
- Gravity Suspended
- Robert Burns: To Miss Cruickshank, a very Young Lady : Written on the Blank Leaf of a Book, presented to her by the Author.
- Владимир Британишский – Кваренги
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Валерий Брюсов – Ленин
- The Silence by Wendell Berry
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
- As a Beam O’er the Face of the Waters May Glow by Thomas Moore
- And Doth Not a Meeting Like This by Thomas Moore
- An Incantation by Thomas Moore
- An Expostulation to Lord King by Thomas Moore
- An Argument by Thomas Moore
- Alone in Crowds to Wander On by Thomas Moore
- All In a Family Way by Thomas Moore
- After the Battle by Thomas Moore
- Which way does the wind blow? by Thomas J Camp
- Virgule by Thomas Lux
- Unlike, For Example, The Sound Of A Riptooth Saw by Thomas Lux
- Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
- The Road That Runs Beside The River by Thomas Lux
- The Progress of Poesy by Thomas Gray
- The Man Into Whose Yard You Should Not Hit Your Ball by Thomas Lux
- The Inheritance by Thomas J Camp
- The Holy Mountain of Hope by Thomas Ziemer
- The Curse Upon Edward by Thomas Gray
- The Bard by Thomas Gray
- Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West by Thomas Gray
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
