Eclipse of Love
by Tanisha Avarsekar
Are those tears or fires in my eyes?
Reality is being manifested by the thought I most despise.
The day I had hoped would never come is here.
Taking away my soul and what I hold most dear.
My pride is your dignity,
The image of a life without you, I cannot even bear to see.
There’s an eclipse of our love,
One that depends more on luck.
If I have to, I will change destiny.
But I won’t let you let go of me.
The Journey to Freedom
Copyright ©:
Tanisha Avarsekar, 2012
A few random poems:
- The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXXI by William Shakespeare
- In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams by Wendell Berry
- Notes for Canto CXX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- September 1913 by William Butler Yeats
- Dawlish Fair poem – John Keats poems
- Olney Hymn 56: Hatred Of Sin by William Cowper
- little Sara’s sleep by Raj Arumugam
- Жан де Лафонтен – Фортуна и Дитя
- Love by Robert Creeley
- Robert Burns: On Tam The Chapman:
- calling-the-spirits.html
- The Garden poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Электричество – вид энергии
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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
