Song by Valgovind
The fields are full of Poppies, and the skies are very blue,
By the Temple in the coppice, I wait, Beloved, for you.
The level land is sunny, and the errant air is gay,
With scent of rose and honey; will you come to me to-day?
From carven walls above me, smile lovers; many a pair.
“Oh, take this rose and love me!” she has twined it in her hair.
He advances, she retreating, pursues and holds her fast,
The sculptor left them meeting, in a close embrace at last.
Through centuries together, in the carven stone they lie,
In the glow of golden weather, and endless azure sky.
Oh, that we, who have for pleasure so short and scant a stay,
Should waste our summer leisure; will you come to me to-day?
The Temple bells are ringing, for the marriage month has come.
I hear the women singing, and the throbbing of the drum.
And when the song is failing, or the drums a moment mute,
The weirdly wistful wailing of the melancholy flute.
Little life has got to offer, and little man to lose,
Since to-day Fate deigns to proffer, Oh wherefore, then, refuse
To take this transient hour, in the dusky Temple gloom
While the poppies are in flower, and the mangoe trees abloom.
And if Fate remember later, and come to claim her due,
What sorrow will be greater than the Joy I had with you?
For to-day, lit by your laughter, between the crushing years,
I will chance, in the hereafter, eternities of tears.

A few random poems:
- Николай Языков – Элегия (День ненастный, темный; тучи)
- Олег Бундур – Жёлудь
- The Innovator by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Владимир Маяковский – Помощь не придет на такой вой… (Главполитпросвет №14)
- Tom The Lunatic by William Butler Yeats
- Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вместе грабили одну и ту же хату
- Владимир Гиппиус – Друг, скажу тебе несказанное
- Psalm 03 poem – John Milton poems
- A Passing Glimpse by Robert Frost
- Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Венера Милосская и Вячеслав Полонский
- The Neäme Letters by William Barnes
- Among The Sandhills
- Владимир Корнилов – Белые слоны
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
- Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold poem – Alexander Pope
- The Riddle of the World poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 5 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rape of the Lock poem – Alexander Pope
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Summer poem – Alexander Pope
- Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope
- Solitude: An Ode poem – Alexander Pope
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- On a certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope
- Ode on Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- Lines on Curll poem – Alexander Pope
- Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea poem – Alexander Pope
- Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book poem – Alexander Pope
- From an Essay on Man 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.