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:
- Sonnet CXLIV by William Shakespeare
- Morning Poem #59 by Wanda Phipps
- A Minor Poet by Stephen Vincent Benet
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- Lune de Miel by T. S. Eliot
- Mother Ocean poem – Amy E. Johnsen poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Inconstancy In Love:
- Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- The Shadow poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Not my poem
- Meg Merrilies poem – John Keats poems
- A Riddle by William Cowper
- Николай Гумилев – Какою музыкой мой слух взволнован
- Fruit Leaf Roots Flowers
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
- A Mathematical Problem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Fire, Famine, And Slaughter : A War Eclogue by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Fancy In Nubibus, Or The Poet In The Clouds by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Epitaph On An Infant. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Elegy, Imitated From One Of Akenside’s Blank-Verse Inscriptions by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Domestic Peace by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Despair by Samuel Coleridge
- Desire by Samuel Coleridge
- A Day Dream by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- A Christmas Carol by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- A Child’s Evening Prayer by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua by Samuel Coleridge
- Answer To A Child’s Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Absence: A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion by Samuel Coleridge
- With his venom by Sappho
- We put the urn aboard ship by Sappho
- We know this much by Sappho
- We know this much by Sappho
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.