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:
- A Lesson In Vengeance by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Гиляровский – На Севере
- Fear by Raymond Carver
- Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers by William Butler Yeats
- So Long! by Precious Tahula
- A Poplar and the Moon by Siegfried Sassoon
- From Afar by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Vain Question
- Иван Варавва – Кубань
- Scribbles by Suchi Gaur
- Степан Щипачев – Атака
- Robert Burns: The Poet’s Reply To The Threat Of A Censorious Critic: My imprudent lines were answered, very petulantly, by somebody, I believe, a Rev. Mr. Hamilton. In a MS., where I met the answer, I wrote below:-
- Sonnet LVIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend by William Shakespeare
- The Starling poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- June Dreams, In January by Sidney Lanier
- Jones’s Porvate Argyment by Sidney Lanier
- Ireland. by Sidney Lanier
- In The Foam. by Sidney Lanier
- In Absence. by Sidney Lanier
- Hymns Of The Marshes. by Sidney Lanier
- From The Flats. by Sidney Lanier
- Corn by Sidney Lanier
- Control by Sidney Lanier
- Clover by Sidney Lanier
- Barnacles by Sidney Lanier
- Baby Charley. by Sidney Lanier
- At First. To Charlotte Cushman. by Sidney Lanier
- An Evening Song. by Sidney Lanier
- Acknowledgment. by Sidney Lanier
- A Sunrise Song. by Sidney Lanier
- A Song Of The Future. by Sidney Lanier
- A Song Of Eternity In Time by Sidney Lanier
- A Sea-Shore Grave. To M. J. L. by Sidney Lanier
- A Florida Sunday. by Sidney Lanier
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.