Why above others was I so blessed
And honoured? to be chosen one
To hold you, sleeping, against my breast,
As now I may hold your only son.
Twelve months ago; that wonderful night!
You gave your life to me in a kiss;
Have I done well, for that past delight,
In return, to have given you this?
Look down at his face, your face, beloved,
His eyes are azure as yours are blue.
In every line of his form is proved
How well I loved you, and only you.
I felt the secret hope at my heart
Turned suddenly to the living joy,
And knew that your life and mine had part
As golden grains in a brass alloy.
And learning thus, that your child was mine,
Thrilled by the sense of its stirring life,
I held myself as a sacred shrine
Afar from pleasure, and pain, and strife,
That all unworthy I might not be
Of that you had deigned to cause to dwell
Hidden away in the heart of me,
As white pearls hide in a dusky shell.
Do you remember, when first you laid
Your lips on mine, that enchanted night?
My eyes were timid, my lips afraid,
You seemed so slender and strangely white.
I always tremble; the moments flew
Swiftly to dawn that took you away,
But this is a small and lovely you
Content to rest in my arms all day.
Oh, since you have sought me, Lord, for this,
And given your only child to me,
My life devoted to yours and his,
Whilst I am living, will always be.
And after death, through the long To Be,
(Which, I think, must surely keep love’s laws,)
I, should you chance to have need of me,
Am ever and always, only yours.
A few random poems:
- Олег Григорьев – Гений
- Lonely Burial by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Lord Nevils Advice
- Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
- Джон Китс – Дуралейная песня
- 25 Minutes To Go by Shel Silverstein
- Adolescence I by Rita Dove
- Aquí te hubiese amado by Luz del Alba Nicola
- Ballade Of Sleep poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Sohni and her love Mahinwal by Raj Arumugam
- English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.
- Rule I By Eric Mottram Stop Writing Literature You Garrulous Indian
- Robert Burns: How Cruel Are The Parents: Altered from an old English song. tune-“John Anderson, my jo.”
- Константин Батюшков – Любовь в челноке
- Robert Burns: The Country Lass:
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
- Dickinson And The Alabaster Gogyohka
- Dawned Again
- Create
- Conference Swan Beauty
- Colors And Sounds
- Children039s Eyes
- Audience With A Poet Written December 13 1976 For Robert E Hayden Ph D
- Athens Stone Of Sapphire Of Ground The Ring
- As With Recitation And The Loss Of A Kuhi
- Antediluvian Kural On Twitter
- Alexander
- Acts Of Love
- A Single Man
- A Poet039s Privilege
- A Poem
- A Dialogue
- A City One Wish
- A Choka Is A Littoral Drift
- Gazebo
- All Days Seem Same
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.