Life’s a name
That nothing here can truly claim;
This wretched inn, where we scarce stay to bait,
We call our dwelling-place!
And mighty voyages we take,
And mighty journeys seem to make,
O’er sea and land, the little point that has no space.
Because we fight and battles gain,
Some captives call, and say, “the rest are slain”;
Because we heap up yellow earth, and so
Rich, valiant, wise, and virtuous seem to grow;
Because we draw a long nobility
From hieroglyphic proofs of heraldry-
We grow at last by Custom to believe,
That really we Live;
Whilst all these Shadows, that for Things we take,
Are but the empty Dreams which in Death’s sleep we make.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Гиляровский – Нива
- Ford o’ Kabul River by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet # 15 by Luis A. Estable
- kaleidoscopic whorled wide web. by matthew scott harris
- To a person, they say, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: A celle que l’on fit froide by T. Wignesan
- Robert Burns: Ode For General Washington’s Birthday :
- Looking In The Fire
- Early Pla Meäte by William Barnes
- How Distant by Philip Larkin
- The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Берггольц – Нам от тебя теперь не оторваться
- Thomas Gray – Thomas Gray
- To Leonide Massine in ‘Cleopatra’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- This by Ralph Angel
- Shadow Overhead by Vaishnavi Prakash
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
- Bubbles from Eternity by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Black magic by Mrunmayi Mandan
- Back I Go to My Prison by Ms Tabzeer Yaseen
- Appease by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- St. Roach by Muriel Rukeyser
- The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser
- Whoever Comes From The Earth by Nelly Sachs
- Utopia by Ndue Ukaj
- Tumult by Nicole M Nugent
- Tip tap RAIN by Neelam Sinha
- The Waist of Time by The Waist of Time
- The Shadow of Crows by Ndue Ukaj
- The Red Earth of Kupungarri by Nicole M Nugent
- The man with the blue eye by Neelam Shah
- The Freedom Of Poetry by Ndue Ukaj
- The Emigrant by Ndue Ukaj
- The blanket is same always by Neelam Sinha
- Superficially by Ndue Ukaj
- Sonnet (XII) : O Buddha ! I do wish to follow your golden middle path by Neelam Sinha
- Sonnet (XI) : I know me and I do believe in the causation by Neelam Sinha
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
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.