THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
Should have but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill’d that they o’erflow the cup.
The busy Sun (and one would guess
By ‘s drunken fiery face no less)
Drinks up the sea, and when he ‘s done,
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the night:
Nothing in Nature ‘s sober found,
But an eternal health goes round.
Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high,
Fill all the glasses there-for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
A few random poems:
- Translation of a Prayer of Brutus poem – Alexander Pope
- poem6474.html
- Francesca poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Николай Глазков – Размышленья
- Владимир Британишский – Несбывшееся
- Let The Weary World Go Round poem – Alfred Austin
- Poet Herodia of ancient Pincaeia by Raj Arumugam
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen by William Shakespeare
- Epigram—Thanks for a National Victory by Robert Burns
- Dedication To M… by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Аля Кудряшева – В этом городе птичий полет шелестит быстролистыми кленами
- Crystal Gazer by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Костров – Сверстницам
- Tides by Sara Teasdale
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
- Bathed in War’s Perfume. by Walt Whitman
- Base of all Metaphysics, The. by Walt Whitman
- at Weeping Face. by Walt Whitman
- Assurances. by Walt Whitman
- Ashes of Soldiers. by Walt Whitman
- As Toilsome I Wander’d. by Walt Whitman
- As the Time Draws Nigh. by Walt Whitman
- As if a Phantom Caress’d Me. by Walt Whitman
- As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing. by Walt Whitman
- As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days. by Walt Whitman
- As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. by Walt Whitman
- As I Ponder’d in Silence. by Walt Whitman
- As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado. by Walt Whitman
- As Consequent, Etc. by Walt Whitman
- As At Thy Portals Also Death. by Walt Whitman
- As Adam, Early in the Morning. by Walt Whitman
- As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free. by Walt Whitman
- Artilleryman’s Vision, The. by Walt Whitman
- Apostroph. by Walt Whitman
- Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals. by Walt Whitman
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
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.