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:
- Robert Burns: Elegy On “Stella”: The following poem is the work of some hapless son of the Muses who deserved a better fate. There is a great deal of “The voice of Cona” in his solitary, mournful notes; and had the sentiments been clothed in Shenstone’s language, they would have been no discredit even to that elegant poet.-R.B.
- Spring & Fall: To A Young Child poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Evenèn Twilight by William Barnes
- Николай Гумилев – Они спустились до реки
- Bereft by Robert Frost
- The Leäne by William Barnes
- Weak by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Stream And Sun At Glendalough by William Butler Yeats
- For Friends Only by W. H. Auden
- An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson’s History Of Sir Charles Grandison by William Cowper
- Antinous
- Михаил Кузмин – Зеленая птичка
- These nights by Manushya Puthiran
- Song—The Highland Balou by Robert Burns
- Jewels by Sara Teasdale
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
- Ольга Берггольц – Я тайно и горько ревную
- Ольга Берггольц – Из блокнота сорок первого года
- Ольга Берггольц – Мы предчувствовали полыханье
- Ольга Берггольц – Я иду по местам боев
- Ольга Берггольц – Я говорю
- Ольга Берггольц – Второй разговор с соседкой
- Ольга Берггольц – Встреча
- Ольга Берггольц – Возвращение
- Ольга Берггольц – Вот я выбирала для разлуки
- Ольга Берггольц – Воспоминание (И вот в лицо пахнуло земляникой)
- Ольга Берггольц – В ложе Цимлянского моря
- Ольга Берггольц – В доме Павлова
- Ольга Берггольц – Украина
- Ольга Берггольц – Твоя молодость
- Ольга Берггольц – Триптих 1949 года
- Ольга Берггольц – Тост
- Ольга Берггольц – Таков мой подарок тебе за измену
- Ольга Берггольц – Так еще ни разу не забыла
- Ольга Берггольц – Стихи о ленинградских большевика
- Ольга Берггольц – Старая гвардия
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.