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 A Celebrated Event In Ancient History by William Wordsworth
- By the Dusk – Ao Entardecer by Soaroir de Campos
- Константин Бальмонт – Народные поверья
- Day’s Work A-Done by William Barnes
- Napoleon by Walter de la Mare
- Омар Хайям – Муки старят красавиц
- You Personify God’s Message by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Autumn Song by W H Auden
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о сумасшедшем доме
- Sonnet IV: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend by William Shakespeare
- Bloodstains from Iraq poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- The Garden of Janus poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Shrine by Sara Teasdale
- What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- This Living Hand poem – John Keats poems
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
- May You Be Like An Evergreen by Ronald G. Auguste
- Marks Of Disrespect by Graham Rowlands
- Magic Markers by Rose Mary Boehm
- Mad Pirate Marmaduke by Ross D Tyler
- Lunch by Ross D Tyler
- Life Of a Broke Person by Russell James
- Kiss by Ruth Padel
- Jewels Should Sparkle Daily by Ronald G. Auguste
- I See Your Beauty by Ronald G. Auguste
- Herodotus in Egypt Remeber Delos by Ruth Padel
- Flamenco Flamingo by Ross D Tyler
- Falling Action by Ruth Madievsky
- Daryl, My Son by Ronald G. Auguste
- Conversation With My Heart by Russ Pergram
- Conversation 23: On Cause by Rosmarie Waldrop
- Concrete Backyard by Ryssel Guzman
- Camelot & The Greek Widow by Graham Rowlands
- Breath by Ryssel Guzman
- Bobsled by Ruth Madievsky
- Blue Glass by Ross D Tyler
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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.