I have never feared death
Even though
Its hands were more fragile
Than banality.
I dread, however, to die
In a land where
The grave digger’s wages
Exceed the price of human freedom.
Looking for,
Discovering,
Choosing freely,
And transforming one’s essence
Into a fortress.
If the price of death is higher than all that,
I deny, in absolute terms,
To have ever feared death.
A few random poems:
- Яков Полонский – После праздника
- Moonrise by Sylvia Plath
- In The Foam. by Sidney Lanier
- A Winter Bluejay by Sara Teasdale
- From the morrow poem – Yamabe no Akahito poems | Poetry Monster
- Online Lover by Rainbow Reed
- In the Night poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Shadow poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- Morning by Mark R Slaughter
- The Scissors-Grinder by Vachel Lindsay
- Panic
- The Common A-Took In by William Barnes
- Николай Гумилев – Луна на море
- If I To You But Sorry Bring 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
- Aubade by William Shakespeare
- A Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare
- A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine by William Shakespeare
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
