“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:
- A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School by William Wordsworth
- News For The Delphic Oracle by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Луговской – Береза Карелии
- Second Epistle to J. Lapraik by Robert Burns
- The Lady’s Third Song by William Butler Yeats
- To Aphrodite by Sappho
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько я, сколько я видел на свете их
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 7
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
- Unstitching by Satish Verma
- The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman “Round-Robin” poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare
- Lucky by Tony Hoagland
- Athens Stone Of Sapphire Of Ground The Ring
- A Coloured Print by Shokei poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- Book Fifth-Books by William Wordsworth
- Book Eleventh: France [concluded] by William Wordsworth
- Book Eighth: Retrospect–Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man by William Wordsworth
- “Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con” by William Wordsworth
- Beggars by William Wordsworth
- “Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind” by William Wordsworth
- At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804 by William Wordsworth
- ” As faith thus sanctified the warrior’s crest” by William Wordsworth
- Artegal And Elidure by William Wordsworth
- Anticipation, October 1803 by William Wordsworth
- Animal Tranquility And Decay by William Wordsworth
- Anecdote For Fathers by William Wordsworth
- Andrew Jones by William Wordsworth
- “And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales” by William Wordsworth
- An Evening Walk by William Wordsworth
- Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been by William Wordsworth
- Alice Fell, Or Poverty by William Wordsworth
- After-Thought by William Wordsworth
- “Advance – Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground” by William Wordsworth
- Admonition by William Wordsworth
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.