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:
- Sonnet 03: Canzone poem – John Milton poems
- Fabrication Of Ancestors
- Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet CXXVI by William Shakespeare
- Михаил Кузмин – Трое (Нас было трое)
- Sigh No More by William Shakespeare
- Rhyme by the Bog by Robby Charters
- Shut Not Your Doors, &c. by Walt Whitman
- Bottles Of Sunshine by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Night Song At Amalfi by Sara Teasdale
- The Narrative by Talha Jafri
- Олег Григорьев – Вкусно от меда во рте
- Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- An Old French Poet by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Second Voyage by Rudyard Kipling
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
- Константин Бальмонт – Море – вечное стремленье, горы – царственный покой
- Константин Бальмонт – Молитва последняя
- Константин Бальмонт – Молитва
- Константин Бальмонт – Если грустно тебе
- Константин Бальмонт – Эльзи
- Константин Бальмонт – Электрон
- Константин Бальмонт – Далеким близким
- Константин Бальмонт – Да, я люблю одну тебя
- Константин Бальмонт – Цветок (Я цветок, и счастье аромата)
- Константин Бальмонт – Цветок
- Константин Бальмонт – Чудовище с клеймом
- Константин Бальмонт – Что достойно, что бесчестно
- Константин Бальмонт – Четыре источника
- Константин Бальмонт – Чет и нечет
- Константин Бальмонт – Черный и белый
- Константин Бальмонт – Черные вороны
- Кондратий Рылеев – Песня (Кто сколько ни хлопочет)
- Кондратий Рылеев – Переводчику «Андромахи»
- Кондратий Рылеев – Палей
- Кондратий Рылеев – Оставь меня, Я здесь молю
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.