Out I came from the dancing-place:
The night-wind met me face to face–
A wind off the harbour, cold and keen,
“I know,” it whistled, “where thou hast been.”
A faint voice fell from the stars above–
“Thou? whom we lighted to shrines of Love!”
I found when I reached my lonely room
A faint sweet scent in the unlit gloom.
And this was the worst of all to bear,
For someone had left while lilac there.
The flower you loved, in times that were.

A few random poems:
- Вера Звягинцева – Пойдёте пешком на кладбище
- A Poetry Reading At West Point by William Matthews
- Илья Эренбург – Я помню, давно уже я уловил
- Like The Water by Wendell Berry
- My Mother by Claude McKay
- A Cry by Sara Teasdale
- Ode To Psyche poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Дождь обычный
- In Memory of Sigmund Freud by W. H. Auden
- Зинаида Александрова – У моря
- Freedom poem – Aminu Ola Rasaq poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Корнилов – Утро
- A Twilight Song poem – Alfred Austin
- Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford
- Prayer of St. Francis Xavier poem – Alexander Pope
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
- One’s-Self I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- One Hour to Madness and Joy. by Walt Whitman
- Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City. by Walt Whitman
- On the Beach at Night, Alone. by Walt Whitman
- On Journeys Through The States. by Walt Whitman
- Old Ireland. by Walt Whitman
- Offerings. by Walt Whitman
- Of the Visage of Things. by Walt Whitman
- Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. by Walt Whitman
- Of Him I Love Day and Night. by Walt Whitman
- O You Whom I Often and Silently Come. by Walt Whitman
- O Tan-faced Prairie Boy. by Walt Whitman
- O Sun of Real Peace. by Walt Whitman
- O Star of France. by Walt Whitman
- O Living Always—Always Dying. by Walt Whitman
- O Hymen! O Hymenee! by Walt Whitman
- O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! by Walt Whitman
- Now List to my Morning’s Romanza. by Walt Whitman
- Now Finale to the Shore. by Walt Whitman
- Not Youth Pertains to Me. 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
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.