There were Roses in the hedges, and Sunshine in the sky,
Red Lilies in the sedges, where the water rippled by,
A thousand Bulbuls singing, oh, how jubilant they were,
And a thousand flowers flinging their sweetness on the air.
But you, who sat beside me, had a shadow in your eyes,
Their sadness seemed to chide me, when I gave you scant replies;
You asked “Did I remember?” and “When had I ceased to care?”
In vain you fanned the ember, for the love flame was not there.
“And so, since you are tired of me, you ask me to forget,
What is the use of caring, now that you no longer care?
When Love is dead his Memory can only bring regret,
But how can I forget you with the flowers in your hair?”
What use the scented Roses, or the azure of the sky?
They are sweet when Love reposes, but then he had to die.
What could I do in leaving you, but ask you to forget,–
I suffered, too, in grieving you; I all but loved you yet.
But half love is a treason, that no lover can forgive,
I had loved you for a season, I had no more to give.
You saw my passion faltered, for I could but let you see,
And it was not I that altered, but Fate that altered me.
And so, since I am tired of love, I ask you to forget,
What is the use you caring, now that I no longer care?
When Love is dead, his Memory can only bring regret;
Forget me, oh, forget me, and my flower-scented hair!

A few random poems:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка ни про что, или Что случилось в Африке
- Владимир Высоцкий – И душа, и голова, кажись, болит
- Robert Burns: On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit : A wild scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre.
- An Epistle to A Friend
- September 1, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Storm-Racked poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Carol of Words. by Walt Whitman
- Жан Расин – Когда мы вышли из Трезенских врат
- October Journey by Margaret Walker
- Омар Хайям – О, кумир, Дружбу ты почему прервала
- The Lonely Climber: A Seed Poem by Mike Yuan
- Омар Хайям – Когда ветер у розы подол разорвет
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Free Men Of God by John Oxenham
- English Poetry. Thomas Aird. The Devil’s Dream on Mount Aksbeck. Томас Эрд.
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
- Orlando Furioso Canto 12 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 11 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 10 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 1 by Ludovico Ariosto
- On The High Pedestal by Shahida Latif
- No quise detenerte by Luz del Alba Nicola
- Memo to my Spouse by Adeola Ikuomola
- Love Poem by Aditya Kumar
- Love by Shahida Latif
- Let me draw your face by St Antoine de la Vuadi
- La Greatest by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Kiss Me Again by St Antoine de la Vuadi
- Is It True! by Luis Estable
- In Our Time by Michael D Wentworth
- I love you by Inganathi Ntantiso
- I did not want to stop you by Luz del Alba Nicola
- I Call Your Name In My Heart by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- I Ask Someone To Resolve by Shahida Latif
- I Am Just Saying! by Luis Estable
- Here I would have loved you by Luz del Alba Nicola
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.