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:
- The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816 by William Wordsworth
- The Man Into Whose Yard You Should Not Hit Your Ball by Thomas Lux
- Sussex by Rudyard Kipling
- You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop by Marge Piercy
- Mild is the Parting Year by Walter Savage Landor
- Mi ha el by Vinko Kalinić
- Honeycomb
- Knoxville Tennessee by Nikki Giovanni
- Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog by William Wordsworth
- Khan Zadas Song On The Hillside
- An Address to the Rev. George Gilfillan by William Topaz McGonagall
- The Chipmunk by R. L. Karlowsky
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman
- Sonnet LVII by William Shakespeare
- I the People poem – Alice Notley
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
- An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith
- Absolute Divine by Nithin Purple
- A Sculptor’s Vow by Nikhil Srinivas
- A woman’s desire by Oriada Dajko
- The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith
- Poetic Abbreviations, Poetry Abbreviations
- I Remember, I Remember by Philip Larkin
- How Distant by Philip Larkin
- Home Is So Sad by Philip Larkin
- Homage To A Government by Philip Larkin
- High Windows by Philip Larkin
- He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin
- Grief by Philip Larkin
- Going by Philip Larkin
- Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel by Philip Larkin
- For Sidney Bechet by Philip Larkin
- First Sight by Philip Larkin
- Far Out by Philip Larkin
- Faith Healing by Philip Larkin
- Essential Beauty by Philip Larkin
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.