Nothing will hurt you that much despite how you feel
the stress on your back shapes your insight
this splendid November rain Toussaint. I find
you by your marks, he says
an imprint
But when I summon you, I talk to—I say—
my memory of your face. It’s kind of crazy
to others. They’re not very interesting he says.
When I first came to this country, and now
I know the language I say, but I had in a dream
spoken it many years previously. That is,
not the language of the dead the language
of France. I took one year of French in 1964
and then nothing but once, in 1977 I spoke French
in a dream all night: I was in the future I
moved here in 1992. Country of the more
logical than I? though the people of my quartier
know and like me, even as I a foreigner remain strange
You do everything alone a woman said to me.
There are ways to care without interfering
but the French speak of anguish frequently
they are conscious of emotional extremity
a terrible gift. It’s all a gift, he says . . .
some haven’t been opened. I’m not sure
he said that it’s nearly my sixty-seventh birthday
today though it’s the day of the dead hello
we love you they say.
Copyright ©:
Alice Notley
A few random poems:
- Николай Заболоцкий – Вечерний бар
- A Tombless Epitaph by Samuel Coleridge
- William Ellery Leonard – William Ellery Leonard
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
- Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare
- Владислав Ходасевич – О, если б в этот час желанного покоя
- Владимир Маяковский – Столп
- The Daguerreotype by William Vaughn Moody
- Николай Языков – Странный случай
- Misery And Splendor by Robert Hass
- Николай Глазков – Давно хотел сложить стихи
- Владимир Вишневский – Она идёт – как Восток алеет
- Let Me Tide Over by Vattacharja Chandan
- Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do? poem – A. E. Housman
- The Flight by Sara Teasdale
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
- Crowdie ever mair (Song) by Robert Burns
- Inscription to Chloris by Robert Burns
- Yonder pomp of costly fashion (Song) by Robert Burns
- Robert Bruce’s March to Bannockburn (Song) by Robert Burns
- My Spouse Nancy by Robert Burns
- Forlorn, my love, no comfort here (Song) by Robert Burns
- Behold the hour by Robert Burns
- Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday by Robert Burns
- On Chloris being ill (Song) by Robert Burns
- How cruel are the parents by Robert Burns
- Had I a cave by Robert Burns
- Craigieburn Wood by Robert Burns
- Poem on Pastoral Poetry by Robert Burns
- Lines of John M’Murdo by Robert Burns
- Inscription for an Alter of Independence by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on a Lap-dog by Robert Burns
- Epigram on Miss Davies by Robert Burns
- Out over the Forth (Song) by Robert Burns
- O aye my wife she dang me (Song) by Robert Burns
- Hey, the Dusty Miller (Song) by Robert Burns
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
