The tremulous morning is breaking
Against the white waste of the sky,
And hundreds of birds are awaking
In tamarisk bushes hard by.
I, waiting alone in the station,
Can hear in the distance, grey-blue,
The sound of that iron desolation,
The train that will bear me from you.
‘T will carry me under your casement,
You’ll feel in your dreams as you lie
The quiver, from gable to basement,
The rush of my train sweeping by.
And I shall look out as I pass it,–
Your dear, unforgettable door,
‘T was _ours_ till last night, but alas! it
Will never be mine any more.
Through twilight blue-grey and uncertain,
Where frost leaves the window-pane free,
I’ll look at the tinsel-edged curtain
That hid so much pleasure for me.
I go to my long undone duty
Alone in the chill and the gloom,
My eyes are still full of the beauty
I leave in your rose-scented room.
Lie still in your dreams; for your tresses
Are free of my lingering kiss.
I keep you awake with caresses
No longer; be happy in this!
From passion you told me you hated
You’re now and for ever set free,
I pass in my train, sorrow-weighted,
Your house that was Heaven to me.
You won’t find a trace, when you waken,
Of me or my love of the past,
Rise up and rejoice! I have taken
My longed-for departure at last.
My fervent and useless persistence
You never need suffer again,
Nor even perceive in the distance
The smoke of my vanishing train!
A few random poems:
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- The First Part: Sonnet 3 – Ye who so curiously do paint your thoughts, by William Drummond
- The Ever-Patient Woman poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Cinema Therapy and The MovieMaking Process
- Николай Заболоцкий – Народный дом
- Владимир Британишский – Философы! Не верьте островам
- My Picture-Gallery. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Еще Петербург
- Untitled III by Yunus Emre
- a laugh song by Raj Arumugam
- Bluebeard by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Набоков – Безумец
- The Drunkards in the Street by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Обряды кому и на кой ляд целовальный обряд
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
- New Year’s Dawn – Broadway by Sara Teasdale
- In Memoriam F.O.S. by Sara Teasdale
- Madeira From The Sea by Sara Teasdale
- In David’s “Child’s Garden Of Verses” by Sara Teasdale
- Love In Autumn by Sara Teasdale
- In a Subway Station by Sara Teasdale
- Less Than The Cloud To The Wind by Sara Teasdale
- In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
- Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
- In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale
- In The Train by Sara Teasdale
- In A Garden by Sara Teasdale
- In The Metropolitan Museum by Sara Teasdale
- In A Cuban Garden by Sara Teasdale
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- In the Carpenter’s Shop by Sara Teasdale
- In Spring, Santa Barbara by Sara Teasdale
- In Memoriam F.O.S. by Sara Teasdale
- In David’s “Child’s Garden Of Verses” by Sara Teasdale
- In a Subway Station by Sara Teasdale
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.