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:
- boy_running_in_the_rain.html
- Николай Глазков – Богатырское распутье
- God Is Good by John Oxenham
- Elijah by Peter Bardsley
- Николай Гербель – Введение к поэме
- The Song of My Heart by Olawuyi Mutiu
- Иннокентий Анненский – Из участковых монологов
- Self-Care for Creative Artists: 10 Reasons To Care About It
- Иван Киуру – Медовый аптекарь
- Fortune-Hunter, The – Canto 5 by William Somervile
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games – Canto 3 by William Somervile
- Валерий Брюсов – Где-то
- Circulation by Raymond Carver
- I am not ashamed of myself by Swami Aaron Thomas
- Николай Заболоцкий – Мир однолик, но двойственна природа
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 CXLIV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXLIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXLI by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXL by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXIX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXIV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXI by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LVIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LVII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LVI by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LIX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LII by William Shakespeare
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.