The evening sky was as green as Jade,
As Emerald turf by Lotus lake,
Behind the Kafila far she strayed,
(The Pearls are lost if the Necklace break!)
A lingering freshness touched the air
From palm-trees, clustered around a Spring,
The great, grim Desert lay vast and bare,
But Youth is ever a careless thing.
The Raiders threw her upon the sand,
Men of the Wilderness know no laws,
They tore the Amethysts off her hand,
And rent the folds of her veiling gauze.
They struck the lips that they might have kissed,
Pitiless they to her pain and fear,
And wrenched the gold from her broken wrist,
No use to cry; there were none to hear.
Her scarlet mouth and her onyx eyes,
Her braided hair in its silken sheen,
Were surely meet for a Lover’s prize,
But Fate dissented, and stepped between.
Across the Zenith the vultures fly,
Cruel of beak and heavy of wing.
Thus it was written that she should die.
Inshallah! Death is a transient thing.
A few random poems:
- A Mysterious Naked Man
- Владимир Корнилов – Место
- Epitaph for James Smith by Robert Burns
- Ольга Седакова – Успение
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Address to the Toothache by Robert Burns
- Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Robert Burns: A Dream: Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason; But surely Dreams were ne’er indicted Treason. On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate’s Ode, with the other parade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee: and, in his dreaming fancy, made the following Address:
- Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Little Dell by William Allingham
- Олег Григорьев – Пьет оса кисель из чашки
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Feelings of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’Enghien by William Wordsworth
- The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Языков – Песня (Всему человечеству)
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
- dance of life by Raj Arumugam
- Daddy, daddy, I can’t go to school by Raj Arumugam
- complete text of the discovery of Kama Sutra by Raj Arumugam
- come, sun rays by Raj Arumugam
- come on in, baby by Raj Arumugam
- Come home, sweetheart by Raj Arumugam
- Colbert Report: Australia by Raj Arumugam
- an evening’s music by Raj Arumugam
- ah poor moon by Raj Arumugam
- ah, happy crow by Raj Arumugam
- absent-mindedness; or I Dream of Spices by Raj Arumugam
- a walk in the forest by Raj Arumugam
- a maiden’s broken heart by Raj Arumugam
- a laugh song by Raj Arumugam
- a gentle day by Raj Arumugam
- a delicate beauty along the shore by Raj Arumugam
- Virtuous Love by Rajendra Ojha
- Tidy by Ralph Angel
- The Unsound Utterance by Raju Baruah
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
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.