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:
- Childhood by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Your Eyes by Omair Bhat
- Sonnet # 4 by Luis A. Estable
- Robert Burns: Inscription: Written on the blank leaf of a copy of the last edition of my poems, presented to the Lady whom, in so many fictitious reveries of passion, but with the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sung under the name of-“Chloris.”
- Duino Elegies: The First Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Passion makes the old medicine new: by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The man with the blue eye by Neelam Shah
- Neglecting the Word of God: A Foundational Cause of Lukewarmness
- Николай Заболоцкий – Гурзуф ночью
- Before it is Time by Minal Sarosh
- Омар Хайям – Кто не грешит?
- My teacher wasn’t half as nice as yours seems to be by Roald Dahl
- Only Thee by Rabindranath Tagore
- Юлия Друнина – Баллада о десанте
- The Hawk by William Butler Yeats
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
- София Парнок – Ты помнишь коридорчик узенький
- София Парнок – Триолеты
- София Парнок – Тихо плачу и пою
- София Парнок – Сегодня с неба день поспешней
- София Парнок – Рондель
- София Парнок – Он ходит с женщиной в светлом
- София Парнок – Об одной лошаденке чалой
- София Парнок – Кипящий звук неторопливых арб
- София Парнок – И голос окликнул тебя среди ночи
- София Парнок – Газэлы
- София Парнок – Екатерине Гельцер
- София Парнок – Белой ночью
- Шекспир – Ты утоляешь мой голодный взор – Сонет 75
- Шекспир – Запечатленный в слове лик твой милый – Сонет 59
- Шекспир – Сонет 50
- Шекспир – Я так тебя люблю – Сонет 36
- Шекспир – Я не хочу хвалить любовь мою – Сонет 21
- Шекспир – Я лью потоки горьких слез – Сонет 44
- Шекспир – Я дорого ценю любовь твою – Сонет 87
- Шекспир – Весну не перельешь в хрусталь – Сонет 6
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.