When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking;
Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark;
The wind blows pure and cool, for day is waking,
But stars are scattered still about the dark.
With open lattice, looking out and praying,
Ere yet the toil and trouble must be faced,
I see a silvery glimmer straying, straying,
To where the faint grey sky-line can be traced:
I see it slowly deepen, broaden, brighten,
With soft snow-fringes sweeping to the land;
The sheeny distance clear, and gleam, and whiten;
The cool cliff-shadows sharpen on the sand.
Some other sea the sunlight is adorning,
But mine is fair ‘neath waning stars and moon.
O friendly face!-O smile that comes at morning,
To shine through all the frowns that come at noon!
A beautiful wet opal-pale tints filling
A thousand shifting shallows-day at length.
The sweet, salt breeze, like richest wine, is thrilling
My drowsy heart and brain with life and strength.
I hear the voice of waters-strong waves dashing
Their white crests on the brown weed-sprinkled sod;
I hear the soft, continuous, measured plashing-
The pulse that vibrates from the heart of God,-
The long wash of the tide upon the shingle,
The rippling ebb of breakers on the shore,
Wherewith my prayers are fain to blend and mingle-
Whereto I set my dreams for evermore.
I hear the lap and swirl, I hear the thunder
In the dark grotto where the children play,-
Where walls to keep the sea and cave asunder,
And frail shell towers, were reared but yesterday.
The flood has filled my soul, and it is sweeping
My foolish stones and pebbles out to sea,
And floating in strange riches for my keeping,-
O friend! O God! I owe my best to Thee.
The best of every day, its peace and beauty,
From Thy mysterious treasure-house is drawn;
Thou teachest me the grace of life and duty,
When we two walk together in the dawn.
A few random poems:
- As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado. by Walt Whitman
- Shema by Primo Levi
- Ольга Седакова – Луг, юго-западный ветер
- Tears
- Федор Сологуб – Под сению креста рыдающая мать
- On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Green Circle by Satish Verma
- Николай Заболоцкий – Обед
- Юрий Коринец – Не кажется ли вам
- I Wait For You… poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
- Владимир Маяковский – Россия — единое советское хозяйство (РОСТА № 280)
- Владимир Маяковский – Себе, любимому, посвящает эти строки автор
- The Fallen Elm poem – Alfred Austin
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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Расскажи, дорогой
- Владимир Высоцкий – Это вовсе не френч-канкан
- Владимир Высоцкий – Величальная отцу
- Владимир Высоцкий – Студенческая песня
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Вани перед студентами
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грустная песня о Ванечке
- Владимир Высоцкий – Свадебная
- Владимир Высоцкий – Солдат и привидение
- Владимир Высоцкий – Серенада Соловья-разбойника
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня солдата на часах
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Марии
- Владимир Высоцкий – Куплеты нечистой силы
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иван да Марья
- Владимир Высоцкий – Заключительная песня Кэрролла
- Владимир Высоцкий – Странные скачки
- Владимир Высоцкий – Шляпник
- Владимир Высоцкий – Про королевское шествие
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Попугая
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о планах
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Лягушонка
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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.