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:
- Илона Грошева – Мечтается Алине
- Pañuelos de La Alhambra by Mara Romero Torres
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ублажаю ли душу романсом
- if_i_were_king.html
- Forest by Walter William Safar
- Death’s Echo by W H Auden
- “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Baltimore Was Always Blue by Michael Salcman
- You by Thonda Sri Indrani
- Robert Burns: To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan: In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career.
- twinkletoes.html
- A man saw a ball of gold in the sky by Stephen Crane
- Blue Mountains by Satish Verma
- To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time 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
- Владимир Ступкин – Тоска
- Владимир Маринин – К нам тётя соседка заходит на чай
- Владимир Макуров – Бумажный самолёт
- Владимир Луговской – Звезда (Я знаю ты любишь меня)
- Владимир Луговской – Жестокое пробужденье
- Владимир Луговской – Ты руку на голову мне положила
- Владимир Луговской – Та, которую я знал
- Владимир Луговской – Спасибо
- Владимир Луговской – Севастополь
- Владимир Луговской – Радость
- Владимир Луговской – Повелитель бумаги
- Владимир Луговской – Почтовый переулок
- Владимир Луговской – Пила
- Владимир Луговской – Первый снег
- Владимир Луговской – Пепел
- Владимир Луговской – Остролистник
- Владимир Луговской – Обращение
- Владимир Луговской – Ночной патруль
- Владимир Луговской – Мертвый хватает живого
- Владимир Луговской – Мальчики играют на горе
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.