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:
- The Last Laugh poem – John Betjeman poems
- a laugh song by Raj Arumugam
- Robert Burns: Scotch Drink :
- Sure Hit Songwriter’s Pen by Shel Silverstein
- My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- To a Steam Roller by Marianne Moore
- Epistle to a Young Friend by Robert Burns
- One Word
- Robert Burns: Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver:
- Back To The Border
- Robert Burns: Sylvander To Clarinda: Extempore Reply to Verses addressed to the Author by a Lady, under the signature of “Clarinda” and entitled, On Burns saying he ‘had nothing else to do.’
- A Prayer by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Напрасные жертвы
- The Promise of the Morning Star poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- What these girl means to me by Maphoto selokela
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
- Refrigerator, 1957 by Thomas Lux
- Red Planet Haiku by Thomas J Camp
- Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City by Thomas Lux
- On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes by Thomas Gray
- Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray
- Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude by Thomas Gray
- Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College by Thomas Gray
- My Country Place by Thomas J Camp
- Motel Seedy by Thomas Lux
- Monsters under the bed by Thomas J Camp
- Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux
- Lucky by Thomas Lux
- Thomas Gray – Thomas Gray
- Hymn To Adversity by Thomas Gray
- Henry Clay’s Mouth by Thomas Lux
- He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
- Gorgeous Surfaces by Thomas Lux
- Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
- Drummer Boy by Thomas J Camp
- Becalmed and Bewildered by Thomas J Camp
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.