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:
- Maenad by Sylvia Plath
- At The Locks Of The Void
- Олег Бундур – Вид с задней парты
- Олег Бундур – Не верится
- Dance Figure poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A winning lot
- Up The Line by Will McKendree Carleton
- Holding On by Satish Verma
- the-infernal-regions.html
- Аля Кудряшева – Тишина
- To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing by William Butler Yeats
- Василий Тредиаковский – В сем озере бедные любовники
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Монастыркам
- The Imperfect Lover by Siegfried Sassoon
- As Adam, Early in the Morning. by Walt Whitman
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
- Олег Григорьев – Угро
- Олег Григорьев – Участковый стал в двери стучать
- Олег Григорьев – Ты боишься высоты
- Олег Григорьев – Тонет муха в сладости
- Олег Григорьев – Схватили за ногу правую
- Олег Григорьев – Стаканы
- Олег Григорьев – Совершенно откровенно
- Олег Григорьев – Слезы
- Олег Григорьев – Сказал я девушке кротко
- Олег Григорьев – Шмель
- Олег Григорьев – Секрет
- Олег Григорьев – С длинным батоном под мышкой
- Олег Григорьев – Разбил в туалете сосуд
- Олег Григорьев – Прометей
- Олег Григорьев – Приехала жена из Сочи
- Олег Григорьев – Полосатая оса
- Олег Григорьев – Пляж давно опустел
- Олег Григорьев – Пьет оса кисель из чашки
- Олег Григорьев – Папа вазу опрокинул
- Олег Григорьев – Однажды Сережа и Оля
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.