At Kotri, by the river, when the evening’s sun is low,
The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow,
The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea;
At Kotri, by the river, she used to wait for me.
So young, she was, and slender, so pale with wistful eyes
As luminous and tender as Kotri’s twilight skies.
Her face broke into flowers, red flowers at the mouth,
Her voice,–she sang for hours like bulbuls in the south.
We sat beside the water through burning summer days,
And many things I taught her of Life and all its ways
Of Love, man’s loveliest duty, of Passion’s reckless pain,
Of Youth, whose transient beauty comes once, but not again.
She lay and laughed and listened beside the water’s edge.
The glancing rirer glistened and glinted through the sedge.
Green parrots flew above her and, as the daylight died,
Her young arms drew her lover more closely to her side.
Oh days so warm and golden! oh nights so cool and still!
When Love would not be holden, and Pleasure had his will.
Days, when in after leisure, content to rest we lay,
Nights, when her lips’ soft pressure drained all my life away.
And while we sat together, beneath the Babul trees,
The fragrant, sultry weather cooled by the river breeze,
If passion faltered ever, and left the senses free,
We heard the tireless river decending to the sea.
I know not where she wandered, or went in after days,
Or if her youth she squandered in Love’s more doubtful ways.
Perhaps, beside the river, she died, still young and fair;
Perchance the grasses quiver above her slumber there.
At Kotri, by the river, maybe I too shall sleep
The sleep that lasts for ever, too deep for dreams; too deep.
Maybe among the shingle and sand of floods to be
Her dust and mine may mingle and float away to sea.
Ah Kotri, by the river, when evening’s sun is low,
Your faint reflections quiver, your golden ripples glow.
You knew, oh Kotri river, that love which could not last.
For me your palms still shiver with passions of the past.

A few random poems:
- Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin
- Morning Express by Siegfried Sassoon
- Silet poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Simplon Pass by William Wordsworth
- Winter Landscape, With Rooks by Sylvia Plath
- Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Седакова – Ветер прощанья
- Омар Хайям – Будь хмельным и влюбленным всегда
- Владимир Маяковский – С Польшей подписан мир… (РОСТА №428)
- Edgar Allan Poe by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Владимир Степанов – Синичка в электричке
- He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin
- Федор Тютчев – Каким венком нам увенчать
- To What Serves Mortal Beauty? poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Catharina : The Second Part. On Her Marriage To George Courtenay, Esq. by William Cowper
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
- Failure by Rupert Brooke
- Dust by Rupert Brooke
- Doubts by Rupert Brooke
- Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke
- Desertion by Rupert Brooke
- Dead Men’s Love by Rupert Brooke
- Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke
- Day And Night by Rupert Brooke
- Dawn by Rupert Brooke
- Clouds by Rupert Brooke
- Choriambics — II by Rupert Brooke
- Choriambics — I by Rupert Brooke
- Charm, The by Rupert Brooke
- Busy Heart, The by Rupert Brooke
- Blue Evening by Rupert Brooke
- Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke
- Ante Aram by Rupert Brooke
- And love has changed to kindliness by Rupert Brooke
- A Memory by Rupert Brooke
- A Letter to a Live Poet by Rupert Brooke
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.