A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000)
by Alec Derwent Hope
For every bird there is this last migration;
Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;
With a warm passage to the summer station
Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.
Year after year a speck on the map, divided
By a whole hemisphere, summons her to come;
Season after season, sure and safely guided,
Going away she is also coming home.
And being home, memory becomes a passion
With which she feeds her brood and straws her nest,
Aware of ghosts that haunt the heart’s possession
And exiled love mourning within the breast.
The sands are green with a mirage of valleys;
The palm tree casts a shadow not its own;
Down the long architrave of temple or palace
Blows a cool air from moorland scarps of stone.
And day by day the whisper of love grows stronger;
That delicate voice, more urgent with despair,
Custom and fear constraining her no longer,
Drives her at last on the waste leagues of air.
A vanishing speck in those inane dominions,
Single and frail, uncertain of her place,
Alone in the bright host of her companions,
Lost in the blue unfriendliness of space.
She feels it close now, the appointed season;
The invisible thread is broken as she flies;
Suddenly, without warning, without reason,
The guiding spark of instinct winks and dies.
Try as she will, the trackless world delivers
No way, the wilderness of light no sign;
Immense,complex contours of hills and rivers
Mock her small wisdom with their vast design.
The darkness rises from the eastern valleys,
And the winds buffet her with their hungry breath,
And the great earth, with neither grief nor malice,
Receives the tiny burden of her death.

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- Николай Языков – Странный случай
- Memory As a Hearing Aid by Tony Hoagland
- Drummer Boy by Thomas J Camp
- A Death Song by William Morris
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- The Two Thieves; Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Epigram Addressed To An Artist:
- The Boston Evening Transcript by T. S. Eliot
- He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore
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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
- Kinetic Poem 2 by Roger McGough
- Jazz by Roland Bastien
- Goodbat Nightman by Roger McGough
- First Day at School by Roger McGough
- Did you call me Love by Rohini bhatia singh
- Cauls of Haw by Roland Bastien
- Cake by Roger McGough
- Beguiling by Roger McGough
- You Look Up Pictures of Icelandic Ponies by Ruth Madievsky
- Words Of Advice by Ronald G. Auguste
- Who is the Bogeyman? by Ross D Tyler
- Wherever You Go, There You Are by Ryssel Guzman
- We Miss You So Much by Ronald G. Auguste
- Trial by Ruth Padel
- To A Wife, On Mother’s Day by Ronald G. Auguste
- Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool by Ruth Padel
- Threads of Gold by Ronald G. Auguste
- Thoughts by Ronald G. Auguste
- The useless counsellor by Ross D Tyler
- The tragic tale of Bobby Magee by Ross D Tyler
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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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
Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) was an Australian poet and essayist known for his satirical slant. He was also a critic, teacher and academic.