Be still, my heart, and listen,
For sweet and yet acute
I hear the wistful music
Of Khristna and his flute.
Across the cool, blue evenings,
Throughout the burning days,
Persuasive and beguiling,
He plays and plays and plays.
Ah, none may hear such music
Resistant to its charms,
The household work grows weary,
And cold the husband’s arms.
I must arise and follow,
To seek, in vain pursuit,
The blueness and the distance,
The sweetness of that flute!
In linked and liquid sequence,
The plaintive notes dissolve
Divinely tender secrets
That none but he can solve.
Oh, Khristna, I am coming,
I can no more delay.
“My heart has flown to join thee,”
How can my footsteps stay?
Beloved, such thoughts have peril;
The wish is in my mind
That I had fired the jungle,
And left no leaf behind,–
Burnt all bamboos to ashes,
And made their music mute,–
To save thee from the magic
Of Khristna and his flute.
A few random poems:
- Christabel by Samuel Coleridge
- Жан де Лафонтен – Дафнис и Алцимадура
- The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- “What weeping, or what dewfall,” by Torquato Tasso
- Вера Павлова – О чем
- Age by Robert Creeley
- Николай Языков – Посвящение А. А. Воейковой «Песни короля Регнера»
- Epilogue by Vachel Lindsay
- A Ballad of Footmen poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – В годы войны
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Тихо пальцы опускаю
- Новелла Матвеева – Мне кажется
- Flute-Priest Song For Rain poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Жан де Лафонтен – Дровосек и Меркурий
- Dove in the Arch by Robert Desnos
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
- Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer’s Eve poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet III. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet II. To ****** poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet I. To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: Before He Went poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress’d Our Plains poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paulo And Francesca poem – John Keats poems
- Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher’s Works poem – John Keats poems
- Song Of Four Faries poem – John Keats poems
- Song. I Had A Dove poem – John Keats poems
- Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! poem – John Keats poems
- Sharing Eve’s Apple poem – John Keats poems
- Otho The Great – Act V poem – John Keats poems
- Otho The Great – Act IV poem – John Keats poems
- Otho The Great – Act III 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.