On the wooden deck of the wooden Junk, silent, alone, we lie,
With silver foam about the bow, and a silver moon in the sky:
A glimmer of dimmer silver here, from the anklets round your feet,
Our lips may close on each other’s lips, but never our souls may meet.
For though in my arms you lie at rest, your name I have never heard,
To carry a thought between us two, we have not a single word.
And yet what matter we do not speak, when the ardent eyes have spoken,
The way of love is a sweeter way, when the silence is unbroken.
As a wayward Fancy, tired at times, of the cultured Damask Rose,
Drifts away to the tangled copse, where the wild Anemone grows;
So the ordered and licit love ashore, is hardly fresh and free
As this light love in the open wind and salt of the outer sea.
So sweet you are, with your tinted cheeks and your small caressive hands,
What if I carried you home with me, where our Golden Temple stands?
Yet, this were folly indeed; to bind, in fetters of permanence,
A passing dream whose enchantment charms because of its trancience.
Life is ever a slave to Time; we have but an hour to rest,
Her steam is up and her lighters leave, the vessel that takes me west;
And never again we two shall meet, as we chance to meet to-night,
On the Junk, whose painted eyes gaze forth, in desolate want of sight.
And what is love at its best, but this? Conceived by a passing glance,
Nursed and reared in a transient mood, on a drifting Sea of Chance.
For rudderless craft are all our loves, among the rocks and the shoals,
Well we may know one another’s speech, but never each other’s souls.
Give here your lips and kiss me again, we have but a moment more,
Before we set the sail to the mast, before we loosen the oar.
Good-bye to you, and my thanks to you, for the rest you let me share,
While this night drifted away to the Past, to join the Nights that Were.

A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
- Among The Rice Fields
- Lonely Poets by Ndue Ukaj
- Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- What Hidden Sweetness Is There by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Transsexual Children Confused by Body Image
- Drying Clothes poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
- Reading by William Marr
- The Most Exquisite Creature Of My Dreams by Mac McGovern
- Today’s News by Ted Berrigan
- The Nap Taker by Shel Silverstein
- Омар Хайям – Египет, Рим, Китай держи ты под пятой
- Олег Бундур – И до моря 15 шагов
- Robert Burns: O Let Me In Thes Ae Night:
- He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace by William Butler Yeats
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
- A Serenade poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Magic Moment I Remember poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, or Daphne poem – Alexander Pope
- Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid’s Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771] poem – Alexander Pope
- Verses Left by Mr. Pope poem – Alexander Pope
- Translation of a Prayer of Brutus poem – Alexander Pope
- To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession poem – Alexander Pope
- To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday poem – Alexander Pope
- To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
- To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu poem – Alexander Pope
- The Three Gentle Shepherds poem – Alexander Pope
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
- The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope
- The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney poem – Alexander Pope
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- The Fable of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dunciad: Book IV poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope
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.