“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:
- Юрий Коринец – Стихи о вшах
- Владимир Набоков – Безумец
- Stir in Stillness by Shruti Talnikar
- Михаил Кузмин – Врач мудрый нам открыл секрет природы
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- A MEAN IN OUR MEANS by Robert Herrick
- Sonnet CXLI by William Shakespeare
- Николай Языков – П. Н. Шепелеву (Ты мой приятель задушевной)
- Шекспир – Любовь – не кукла жалкая в руках – Сонет 116
- Oh Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast by Robert Burns
- Константин Бальмонт – На вершине
- The Unicorn by Shel Silverstein
- Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
- long_i_waited_in_vain.html
- Couplets on Wit poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
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
- Аля Кудряшева – Про ангелов
- Аля Кудряшева – Поперек
- Аля Кудряшева – Помнишь, как это
- Аля Кудряшева – Пой мне еще, что я могу изменить
- Аля Кудряшева – По дому бегает Марфа
- Аля Кудряшева – Осень в городе
- Аля Кудряшева – Октябрь был дождем, непонятным месяцем
- Аля Кудряшева – Ну что я могу ответить
- Аля Кудряшева – Ночное
- Аля Кудряшева – Невозможно держать в памяти все человечество
- Аля Кудряшева – Не бойся, милый
- Аля Кудряшева – Молитва
- Аля Кудряшева – Мне снился
- Аля Кудряшева – Меня мотает тянет ведет налево
- Аля Кудряшева – М. и П.
- Аля Кудряшева – Когда наступает вечер
- Аля Кудряшева – Какое там говорить. Я дышу с трудом
- Аля Кудряшева – И кстати, еще бывает уездный гор
- Аля Кудряшева – И если Богу нужны гимнасты
- Аля Кудряшева – Это просто слишком длинная осень
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.