Who does not feel desire unending
To solace through his daily strife,
With some mysterious Mental Blending,
The hungry loneliness of life?
Until, by sudden passion shaken,
As terriers shake a rat at play,
He finds, all blindly, he has taken
The old, Hereditary way.
Yet, in the moment of communion,
The very heart of passion’s fire,
His spirit spurns the mortal union,
“Not this, not this, the Soul’s desire!”
* * * *
Oh You, by whom my life is riven,
And reft away from my control,
Take back the hours of passion given!
Love me one moment from your soul.
Although I once, in ardent fashion,
Implored you long to give me this;
(In hopes to stem, or stifle, passion)
Your hair to touch, your lips to kiss
Now that your gracious self has granted
The loveliness you hold as naught,
I find, alas! not that I wanted–
Possession has not stifled Thought.
Desire its aim has only shifted,–
Built hopes upon another plan,
And I in love for you have drifted
Beyond all passion known to man.
Beyond all dreams of soft caresses
The solacing of any kiss,–
Beyond the fragrance of your tresses
(Once I had sold my soul for this!)
But now I crave no mortal union
(Thanks for that sweetness in the past);
I need some subtle, strange communion,
Some sense that _I_ join _you_, at last.
Long past the pulse and pain of passion,
Long left the limits of all love,–
I crave some nearer, fuller fashion,
Some unknown way, beyond, above,–
Some infinitely inner fusion,
As Wave with Water; Flame with Fire,–
Let me dream once the dear delusion
That I am You, Oh, Heart’s Desire!
Your kindness lent to my caresses
That beauty you so lightly prize,–
The midnight of your sable tresses,
The twilight of your shadowed eyes.
Ah, for that gift all thanks are given!
Yet, Oh, adored, beyond control,
Count all the passionate past forgiven
And love me once, once, from your soul.
A few random poems:
- Your Eyes by Omair Bhat
- Владимир Костров – До чего нестерпимо и жёстко подуло
- La Figlia che Piange by T. S. Eliot
- Ольга Берггольц – Ласточки над обрывом
- I’m Sexy and I Know It by Aiyah De Torres
- Silence by Thomas Hood
- I see the Four-fold Man by William Blake
- The Captain by Stevens Cadet
- Sonnet X. To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent poem – John Keats poems
- Вера Звягинцева – Ты не снись мне
- Epitaph on a noted coxcomb by Robert Burns
- Frijolita by Manolo Arriola
- The Sergeant’s Weddin’ by Rudyard Kipling
- To Be of Use by Marge Piercy
- Алексей Жемчужников – За днями ненастными с темными тучами
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
- Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot
- Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages by T. S. Eliot
- Four Quartets 2: East Coker by T. S. Eliot
- Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by T. S. Eliot
- Dans le Restaurant by T. S. Eliot
- Cousin Nancy by T. S. Eliot
- Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot
- Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town by T. S. Eliot
- Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar by T. S. Eliot
- Aunt Helen by T. S. Eliot
- Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot
- A Cooking Egg by T. S. Eliot
- Woman by Tala Bar
- Walk with Me by Tammy L Ames
- Today’s News by Ted Berrigan
- The Woman Of His Dreams by Talha Jafri
- The Soundless Ocean by Tanmoy
- The Poet by Thom Douglas Carlisle
- The Narrative by Talha Jafri
- The Garden by Tammy L. Ames
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
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.