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:
- Seaside Golf poem – John Betjeman poems
- Robert Burns: Lines To An Old Sweetheart:
- Adieu to a Soldier by Walt Whitman
- Омар Хайям – Мы источник веселья, и скорби рудник
- Couplet 7 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ходоки
- Dedication To M… by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Palms and Hearts by Olawuyi Mutiu
- The Coin by Sara Teasdale
- Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
- The Arrival Of The Bee Box by Sylvia Plath
- The Laws of God, The Laws of Man by A. E. Housman
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
- Leaving Albania by Morelle Smith
- Komori by T. Wignesan
- In torque by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- In the Blaze.. by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- I Salute You , O Women! by Ms Tabzeer Yaseen
- I like to let the word fly about by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- I a soul by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Hunger and Thirst by Muhammad Dawood Jan
- Here by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Haiku: The Bluebird and the Sky by Monty Gilmer
- Haiku: March by Monty Gilmer
- Haiku: January by Monty Gilmer
- Haiku: His Little Drum by Monty Gilmer
- Green Notes by Mrunmayi Mandan
- From the heart of your heart by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Forbidden Fruit by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Days and Nights by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- Dark Room( qua vadis) by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Crush by Muhereza Louis
- Cinquain on Love: Touch by Monty Gilmer
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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.