“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:
- Don’t Disappear by Roberto Cocina
- The Beggar’s Valentine by Vachel Lindsay
- Ballades IV – Of Life poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Предостережение
- A Manual, More Ancient Than The Art Of Printing, And Not To Be Found In Any Catalogue by William Cowper
- Lyfe by Stevens Cadet
- Новелла Матвеева – Подсолнух
- Hope by Walter William Safar
- Metaphysical View by Satish Verma
- The Two Springs by William Somervile
- The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale — Unfinished poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Не эти правильно революцию празднуют… (РОСТА №399)
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Высоцкий – Солдат и привидение
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
- Refrigerator, 1957 by Thomas Lux
- Red Planet Haiku by Thomas J Camp
- Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City by Thomas Lux
- On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes by Thomas Gray
- Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray
- Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude by Thomas Gray
- Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College by Thomas Gray
- My Country Place by Thomas J Camp
- Motel Seedy by Thomas Lux
- Monsters under the bed by Thomas J Camp
- Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux
- Lucky by Thomas Lux
- Thomas Gray – Thomas Gray
- Hymn To Adversity by Thomas Gray
- Henry Clay’s Mouth by Thomas Lux
- He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
- Gorgeous Surfaces by Thomas Lux
- Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
- Drummer Boy by Thomas J Camp
- Becalmed and Bewildered by Thomas J Camp
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.