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:
- Robert Burns: The Lament: Occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a Friend’s Amour.
 - Robert Burns: How Lang And Dreary Is The Night:
 - Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Марии
 - Coucy
 - Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold poem – Alexander Pope
 - Владимир Британишский – В пыльном, душном, купеческом
 - Аля Кудряшева – Осень в городе
 - Landscapes poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
 - Нина Пикулева – Ой, да чья ж это девчушка
 - Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church
 - Silence by Thomas Hood
 - Two Songs By Sitara Of Kashmir
 - A Good Father by William Barnes
 - lovers in nature by Raj Arumugam
 - Олег Чупров – Подушка
 
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
- The Eve Of St. Agnes poem – John Keats poems
 - The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
 - Stanzas poem – John Keats poems
 - Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ poem – John Keats poems
 - Robin Hood poem – John Keats poems
 - On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
 - On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
 - On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again poem – John Keats poems
 - On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time poem – John Keats poems
 - On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour poem – John Keats poems
 - On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
 - On Fame poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode To Psyche poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode to Fanny poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
 - Ode On A Grecian Urn poem – John Keats poems
 - O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell poem – John Keats poems
 
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.