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:
- Анатолий Жигулин – Кордон Песчаный
- Как тамада я выступаю в роли теоретика
- The Bird of Paradise by William Henry Davies
- Аля Кудряшева – Замылим, потом замолим
- Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin
- To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
- In Westminster Abbey poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Языков – Вечер (Прохладен воздух был)
- To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Луговской – Алайский рынок
- Нина Воронель – Папоротник II
- Summon Me by Walid Saba
- Flowers by Thomas Hood
- On A Thief (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Flowers Of The Dust by John Oxenham
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
- Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress by Vachel Lindsay
- Love and Law by Vachel Lindsay
- Look You, I’ll Go Pray by Vachel Lindsay
- Lincoln by Vachel Lindsay
- King Arthur’s Men Have Come Again by Vachel Lindsay
- Incense by Vachel Lindsay
- In Praise of Songs that Die by Vachel Lindsay
- In Memory of a Child by Vachel Lindsay
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- I Heard Immanuel Singing by Vachel Lindsay
- How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza by Vachel Lindsay
- Rhymes for Gloriana by Vachel Lindsay
- How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven by Vachel Lindsay
- Queen Mab in the Village by Vachel Lindsay
- How a Little Girl Sang by Vachel Lindsay
- Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries by Vachel Lindsay
- How a Little Girl Danced by Vachel Lindsay
- What the Coal-Heaver Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Honor Among Scamps by Vachel Lindsay
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
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.