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:
- Mirage
- Lord Roberts by Rudyard Kipling
- The Shield of Achilles by W. H. Auden
- Verdad Innegable by Victoria Luisa Mora Paoli
- The Mask by William Butler Yeats
- The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Mower Against Gardens poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Free the Holy Land — a poem about Palestine
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Метель
- Distributive Trade II – The Wholesaler
- Robert Burns: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous:
- Владимир Британишский – В болотах севера Евразии
- Collateral Damage by Martina Reisz Newberry
- At The Close Of The Canvass poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Cactus
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
- Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
- Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
- Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
- Numb by Stephenie Tucker
- Notice by Steve Kowit
- Must Work by Steve Downes
- Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
- In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
- A Warrior’s Truth by Stephenie Tucker
- A Soldier’s Song by Stephenie Tucker
- YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY by Steve Troyanovich
- tomorrow is already past… by Steve Troyanovich
- still the leaves fall… and dream by Steve Troyanovich
- softly… in wingless dream by Steve Troyanovich
- Snowfall by Steve Troyanovich
- shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
- NOCTURNAL EMBERS AND LOST LIPS by Steve Troyanovich
- MY BEST PAL by Steve Troyanovich
- forever blue by Steve Troyanovich
- dreams the wind by Steve Troyanovich
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.