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:
- Омар Хайям – Этот мастер всевышний
- Armless Enemies by Satish Verma
- Spring – The First Pastoral ; or Damon poem – Alexander Pope
- For Fixation Who Loves Me Back poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast:
- My Government Frustrates Me by Olaniyi Beloved Abimbola
- As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free. by Walt Whitman
- Her Anxiety by William Butler Yeats
- Олег Бундур – Дождь
- What The Doctor Said by Raymond Carver
- Prayer by Roland Flint
- shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
- Projector by Shreekumar Varma
- Gratitude, Addressed To Lady Hesketh by William Cowper
- Come up from the Fields, Father. by Walt Whitman
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
- To Heal by Nithin Purple
- Time To Transplant by Nijole Miliauskaite
- They Tell Of The Warsaw Uprising by Nijole Miliauskaite
- The Witching Hour by Norma Martiri
- The Walk by Noel Angelo Hurley
- The Song of the Cheerful (but slightly sarcastic) Jesus by Oliver St. John Gogarty
- The place that is dark without space and the moonlight off the pond (The Gray) by Olivia Lewis
- The Last Whisper by Nizar Sartawi
- The Fire by Nin Andrews
- The Blacksmith by Olga Dytyniak
- The Battle of an National Icon by Norma Martiri
- The Visit by Nijole Miliauskaite
- That Summer by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Temporary City by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Synesthesia by Orla McGreevy
- Summer Enclosed In A Semi-Dark Cup by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Sound and Spirit by Oladele Hussein
- Song of Medical Dick and Medical Davy by Oliver St. John Gogarty
- Sleeping for Kafka by Nin Andrews
- Sitting Beside The Very Street by Nijole Miliauskaite
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.