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 Маяковский – Сердитый дядя
- To the Bartholdi Statue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Заболоцкий – Детство
- To the Victor by William Ellery Leonard
- Ольга Берггольц – Родине
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Обвинение
- Oblivion by Satish Verma
- Publishing Poetry – How To Locate The Best Markets Where You Can See Your Poems In Print
- The Music Of The Rains – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Death039s Claim
- Олег Бундур – Сорока
- Journal Entry poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Why? by Tiffany Ann Monroe
- Владимир Вишневский – Вернувшись от дверей, присела
- A Song Of The Future. by Sidney Lanier
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 – Бабье лето (надо любить, жалеть, прощать)
- Ольга Берггольц – Анна Ахматова в 1941 году в Ленинграде
- Ольга Берггольц – А помнишь
- Ольга Берггольц – 27 января 1945 года
- Олег Широв – Она бесценна, просто ангел
- Олег Сердобольский – Зимний кот
- Олег Сердобольский – Задумал слово я такое
- Олег Сердобольский – Храбрый червячок
- Олег Сердобольский – Воробышек и крошки
- Олег Сердобольский – Во дворе
- Олег Сердобольский – Угадай, в какой руке
- Олег Сердобольский – У сосульки льет из носа
- Олег Сердобольский – Стой, кто идет
- Олег Сердобольский – Птенчик
- Олег Сердобольский – Пришли цыплята в первый класс
- Олег Сердобольский – Перемена
- Олег Сердобольский – Облачко
- Олег Сердобольский – Мошка Машка
- Олег Сердобольский – Кузнечик
- Олег Сердобольский – Корова и божья коровка
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.