“This is no time for saying ‘no'”
Were thy last words to me,
And yet my lips refused the kiss
They might have given thee.
How could I know
That thou wouldst go
To sleep so far from me?
They took thee to the Burning-Ghat,
Oh, Lallji, my desire,
And now a faint and lonely flame
Uprises from the pyre.
The thin grey smoke in spirals drifts
Across the opal sky.
Would that I were a wife of thine,
And thus with thee could die!
How could I know
That thou wouldst go,
Oh, Lallji, my desire?
The lips I missed
The flames have kissed
Upon the Sandal pyre.
If one should meet me with a knife
And cut my heart in twain,
Then would he see the smoke arise
From every severed vein.
Such is the burning, inward fire,
The anguish of my pain,
For my Beloved, whose dying lips
Implored a kiss–in vain!
How could I know
That thou wouldst go,
Oh, Lallji, my desire?
Too young thou art
To lay thy heart
Upon the Sandal pyre.
Thy wife awaits her coming child;
What were a child to me,
If I might take thee in these arms
And face the flames with thee?
The priests are chanting round the pyre,
At dusk they will depart
And leave to thee thy lonely rest,
To me my lonelier heart.
How could I know
Thou lovedst me so?
Upon the Sandal pyre
He lies forsaken.
The flames have taken
My Lallji, my desire!
A few random poems:
- Anthem
- Ballade Of Old Plays poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Crazy Insane by Stephen Sweitzer
- Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper by Sylvia Plath
- Peace by William Butler Yeats
- Олег Григорьев – Мотылек
- Practising Anthem
- Владимир Костров – Памяти Николая Анциферова
- April’s Charms by William Henry Davies
- The Peasant’s Return by William Barnes
- Day by William Morris
- Ольга Берггольц – Таков мой подарок тебе за измену
- Алишер Навои – Чаша, солнце отражая
- Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen by William Shakespeare
- It Takes a While to Disappear by Ralph Angel
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
- Imitation Of Spenser poem – John Keats poems
- Hyperion. Book III poem – John Keats poems
- Hyperion. Book II poem – John Keats poems
- Hyperion. Book I poem – John Keats poems
- Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem poem – John Keats poems
- Fragment. Where’s The Poet? poem – John Keats poems
- Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow poem – John Keats poems
- Fragment Of “The Castle Builder.” poem – John Keats poems
- Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 poem – John Keats poems
- Fragment: Modern Love poem – John Keats poems
- Faery Songs poem – John Keats poems
- Extracts From An Opera poem – John Keats poems
- Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Endymion: Book I poem – John Keats poems
- Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. poem – John Keats poems
- Dawlish Fair poem – John Keats poems
- Character Of Charles Brown poem – John Keats poems
- Calidore: A Fragment poem – John Keats poems
- Ben Nevis: A Dialogue poem – John Keats poems
- Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! poem – John Keats poems
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.