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:
- On The Same Occasion by William Wordsworth
- Низами Гянджеви – Мне ночь не в ночь, мне в ночь невмочь
- A Ghost in the Shell by Talha Jafri
- Article Writing – Revealed – 4 Priceless Methods to Make Money Through Article Writing
- Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare
- The Garden poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Epigram on a Swearing Coxcomb by Robert Burns
- Юлий Даниэль – Друзьям
- He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Поденщик, тяжело навьюченный дровами)
- Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire by Robert Burns
- Иван Варавва – Мать Кубань
- English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.
- Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry by William Shakespeare
- Last Curtain by Rabindranath Tagore
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
- Lord Roberts by Rudyard Kipling
- Loot by Rudyard Kipling
- Lichtenberg by Rudyard Kipling
- L’Envoi by Rudyard Kipling
- La Nuit Blanche by Rudyard Kipling
- Kitchener’s School by Rudyard Kipling
- Kim by Rudyard Kipling
- Justice by Rudyard Kipling
- Jubal and Tubal Cain by Rudyard Kipling
- In the Neolithic Age by Rudyard Kipling
- In the Matter of One Compass by Rudyard Kipling
- In Springtime by Rudyard Kipling
- If by Rudyard Kipling
- I Keep Six Honest… by Rudyard Kipling
- Hymn Before Action by Rudyard Kipling
- Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack by Rudyard Kipling
- Helen all Alone by Rudyard Kipling
- Harp Song of the Dane Women by Rudyard Kipling
- Half-Ballad of Waterval by Rudyard Kipling
- Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
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.