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:
- an evening’s music by Raj Arumugam
- Despondency: An Ode by Robert Burns
- Prayer, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
- Olney Hymn 50: The Christian by William Cowper
- Song By Gulbaz
- To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
- Interrupted Meditation by Robert Hass
- A Roxbury Garden poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Homing by Satish Verma
- Как Лера чудо искала
- Winter Promises by Marge Piercy
- He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin
- The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief by Rudyard Kipling
- Song For A Revolutionary Love by Sylvia Plath
- One Lonely Afternoon by Russell Edson
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
- Adieu to a Soldier by Walt Whitman
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- A Woman Waits for Me. by Walt Whitman
- A Sight in Camp. by Walt Whitman
- A Paumanok Picture. by Walt Whitman
- A March in the Ranks, Hard-prest. by Walt Whitman
- A Leaf for Hand in Hand. by Walt Whitman
- A Hand-Mirror. by Walt Whitman
- A Farm-Picture. by Walt Whitman
- A child said, What is the grass by Walt Whitman
- The Well Of Love by Walter William Safar
- Conscience by Walter William Safar
- A Port Of Refuge Agleam With The Aura Of Love by Walter William Safar
- A poem to mankind by Walter William Safar
- A Poem Of Love by Walter William Safar
- The Huntsmen by Walter de la Mare
- The Ghost by Walter de la Mare
- Snow by Walter de la Mare
- The Mocking Fairy by Walter de la Mare
- The Keys of Morning by Walter de la Mare
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.