“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:
- I Love My Rat
- In Praise Of Limestone by W H Auden
- To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin
- My Mother by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Alfresco Moment by Russell Edson
- Prayer—O Thou Dread Power by Robert Burns
- Now Finale to the Shore. by Walt Whitman
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger’d on the lawn poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Fairy Land ii by William Shakespeare
- Davideis A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David Excerpt
- MOURNING by Satish Verma
- Ольга Берггольц – На Ивана-пьющего
- Tin Fish by Rudyard Kipling
- The Secret Garden by Rita Dove
- On the Nativity of Christ by William Dunbar
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
- Владимир Маяковский – Песня-молния
- Владимир Маяковский – Первый вывоз
- Владимир Маяковский – Первый из пяти
- Владимир Маяковский – Первомайское поздравление
- Владимир Маяковский – Переворот в Германии (Роста №42)
- Владимир Маяковский – Перекопский энтузиазм
- Владимир Маяковский – Пахали сохой — запашем трактором (Главполитпросвет №42)
- Владимир Маяковский – Октябрьский марш
- Владимир Маяковский – Октябрьские частушки
- Владимир Маяковский – Октябрь 1917–1926
- Владимир Маяковский – Офицер! Смотри на эту саблю (РОСТА)
- Владимир Маяковский – Ода революции
- Владимир Маяковский – Общее руководство для начинающих подхалим
- Владимир Маяковский – Обряды кому и на кой ляд целовальный обряд
- Облако в штанах – Владимир Маяковский: читать поэму онлайн, текст стихотворения полностью – Стихи Poetry Monster
- Владимир Маяковский – О том, как у Керзона с обедом разрасталась аппетитов зона
- Владимир Маяковский – О том, как некие сектантцы зовут рабочего на танцы
- Владимир Маяковский – О патриархе Тихоне
- Владимир Маяковский – О дряни
- Владимир Маяковский – О чем в наступающем думаем году мы
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.