A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
There is a country in my mind,
Lovelier than a poet blind
Could dream of, who had never known
This world of drought and dust and stone
In all its ugliness: a place
Full of an all but human grace;
Whose dells retain the printed form
Of heavenly sleep, and seem yet warm
From some pure body newly risen;
Where matter is no more a prison,
But freedom for the soul to know
Its native beauty. For things glow
There with an inward truth and are
All fire and colour like a star.
And in that land are domes and towers
That hang as light and bright as flowers
Upon the sky, and seem a birth
Rather of air than solid earth.
Sometimes I dream that walking there
In the green shade, all unaware
At a new turn of the golden glade,
I shall see her, and as though afraid
Shall halt a moment and almost fall
For passing faintness, like a man
Who feels the sudden spirit of Pan
Brimming his narrow soul with all
The illimitable world. And she,
Turning her head, will let me see
The first sharp dawn of her surprise
Turning to welcome in her eyes.
And I shall come and take my lover
And looking on her re-discover
All her beauty:–her dark hair
And the little ears beneath it, where
Roses of lucid shadow sleep;
Her brooding mouth, and in the deep
Wells of her eyes reflected stars …
Oh, the imperishable things
That hands and lips as well as words
Shall speak! Oh movement of white wings,
Oh wheeling galaxies of birds …!

A few random poems:
- Black Stone On Top Of Nothing by Philip Levine
- A Letter From Italy poem – Alfred Austin
- The Way poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- Владимир Луговской – Повелитель бумаги
- Out Of The Window poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Nicholas Nye by Walter de la Mare
- For Friends Only by W. H. Auden
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: The Gard’ner Wi’ His Paidle:
- On Fair Compassion by Nithin Purple
- At The Gate Of The Convent poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сорняков, когда созреют
- Eve by Rainer Maria Rilke
- You Ask Me, Why, Tho’ Ill at Ease poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson 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
- Владимир Корнилов – Муки свободы
- Владимир Корнилов – Молодая поэзия
- Владимир Корнилов – Место
- Владимир Корнилов – Маросейка
- Владимир Корнилов – Лермонтов
- Владимир Корнилов – Кривая
- Владимир Корнилов – Командировка на Север
- Владимир Корнилов – Иннокентий Анненский
- Владимир Корнилов – Игра судьбы
- Владимир Корнилов – Гумилев
- Владимир Корнилов – Глухота
- Владимир Корнилов – Гитара
- Владимир Корнилов – Флейта в метро
- Владимир Корнилов – Эпоха
- Владимир Корнилов – Двое
- Владимир Корнилов – Дождь обычный
- Владимир Корнилов – Достается, наверно, непросто
- Владимир Корнилов – Дом
- Владимир Корнилов – Державинское
- Владимир Корнилов – Чтение
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
Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.