She was fair as a Passion-flower,
(But little of love he knew.)
Her lucent eyes were like amber wine,
And her eyelids stained with blue.
He called them the Gates of Fair Desire,
And the Lakes where Beauty lay,
But I looked into them once, and saw
The eyes of Beasts of Prey.
He praised her teeth, that were small and white
As lilies upon his lawn,
While I remembered a tiger’s fangs
That met in a speckled fawn.
She had her way; a lover the more,
And I had a friend the less.
For long there was nothing to do but wait
And suffer his happiness.
But now I shall choose the sharpest Kriss
And nestle it in her breast,
For dead, he is drifting down to sea,
And his own hand wrought his rest.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Костров – То в ночи она вспыхнет, как спичка
- Afterimages by Satish Verma
- Recorders Ages Hence. by Walt Whitman
- Every Sect has a Faith – Har Qaum Raast Raahay poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Иван Бунин – Ночного неба свод далекий
- A Defence Of English Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Маяковский – Профсоюзы – производства рычаг… (Главполитпросвет №10)
- An Appointment by William Butler Yeats
- Валерий Брюсов – Игорю Северянину (Строя струны лиры клирной)
- Job by Nelly Sachs
- Dirge For A Joker by Sylvia Plath
- Dead Orchard by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman
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
- A Serenade poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Magic Moment I Remember poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, or Daphne poem – Alexander Pope
- Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid’s Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771] poem – Alexander Pope
- Verses Left by Mr. Pope poem – Alexander Pope
- Translation of a Prayer of Brutus poem – Alexander Pope
- To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession poem – Alexander Pope
- To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday poem – Alexander Pope
- To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
- To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu poem – Alexander Pope
- The Three Gentle Shepherds poem – Alexander Pope
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
- The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope
- The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney poem – Alexander Pope
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- The Fable of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dunciad: Book IV poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope
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.