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:
- Владимир Британишский – Крик ворон
- Scots, Wha Hae Wi’ Wallace Bled by Robert Burns
- Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare
- Like A Vocation by W H Auden
- Where we fall by Osman cisse Hanif
- Song—Fragment—Leezie Lindsay by Robert Burns
- long_i_waited_in_vain.html
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
- Ars Poetica
- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Soldiers Grave
- On the Garden Wall by Vachel Lindsay
- The Lights Of New York by Sara Teasdale
- Arms And The Boy by Wilfred Owen
- Юлия Друнина – Я порою себя ощущаю связной
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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про стукача
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про правого инсайда
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про первые ряды
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про белого слона
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня парня у обелиска космонавтам
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о Земле
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о вещем Олеге
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о сумасшедшем доме
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о штангисте
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о погибшем лётчике
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о конькобежце на короткие дистанции, которого заставили бежать на длинную
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о двух красивых автомобилях
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня микрофона
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня лётчика
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня конченого человека
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня из радиоспектакля “Зелёный фургон”
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Геращенко
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Билла Сиггера
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня автомобилиста
- Владимир Высоцкий – Живу я в лучшем из миров
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.