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:
- Ольга Берггольц – Слышала, приедешь к нам не скоро ты
- The Lantern Out Of Doors poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Change
- Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power by William Shakespeare
- Cleared by Rudyard Kipling
- The Working Party by Siegfried Sassoon
- Excerpt from “What’s O’Clock” poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Mum and children in the street by Raj Arumugam
- Robert Burns: On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico:
- Love Preparing to Fly poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Revenge; A Ballad of the Fleet poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Princess (part 4) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Lapis Lazuli by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come by William Shakespeare
- The Eagle and the Dove by William Wordsworth
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
- Зинаида Александрова – Маленькой елочке холодно зимой
- Зинаида Александрова – Лошадка
- Зинаида Александрова – Кролики
- Зинаида Александрова – Котята
- Зинаида Александрова – Колокольчики
- Зинаида Александрова – Карманный фонарик
- Зинаида Александрова – Игрушки
- Зинаида Александрова – Гибель Чапаева
- Зинаида Александрова – Дозор
- Зинаида Александрова – Давайте, девочки, купаться
- Зинаида Александрова – Четыре старушки
- Зинаида Александрова – Чай в саду
- Зинаида Александрова – Большая ложка
- Зинаида Александрова – Белочка
- Зинаида Александрова – Баиньки
- Владимир Вишневский – Звучит воинственно: “носки”
- Владимир Вишневский – Заявка на романс
- Владимир Вишневский – Я желаю вам громких успехов
- Владимир Вишневский – Хотел я искупаться в знак протеста
- Владимир Вишневский – Вернувшись от дверей, присела
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.