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:
- On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean by William Cowper
- Ashes of Soldiers. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Британишский – Дом (Время ведь с годами ведь)
- They are Cruel by Rixa White
- Sonnet III: Look In Thy Glass, and Tell the Face Thou Viewest by William Shakespeare
- Kitchener’s School by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet Viii
- On a Certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope
- Saison Noir by Shaunna Harper
- If you should tire of loving me by Margaret Widdemer
- I Can Feel The Same by Miraj Patel
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочий, не смотри Антанте в рот… (РОСТА №173)
- Savantism. by Walt Whitman
- Battle Of Corruna by William Lisle Bowles
- Sword Blades and Poppy Seed 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
- Suicide Off Egg Rock by Sylvia Plath
- Stars Over The Dordogne by Sylvia Plath
- A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet: To Time by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet To Satan by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet : To Eva by Sylvia Plath
- Song For A Summer’s Day by Sylvia Plath
- Song For A Revolutionary Love by Sylvia Plath
- Soliloquy Of The Solipsist by Sylvia Plath
- Sleep In The Mojave Desert by Sylvia Plath
- Sheep In Fog by Sylvia Plath
- Prologue To Spring by Sylvia Plath
- Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
- Poppies In July by Sylvia Plath
- Polly’s Tree by Sylvia Plath
- On The Plethora Of Dryads by Sylvia Plath
- On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad by Sylvia Plath
- On The Decline Of Oracles by Sylvia Plath
- On Looking Into The Eyes Of A Demon Lover by Sylvia Plath
- On Deck by Sylvia Plath
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.