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:
- Как Снегурочка дела
- how far are you? by Raj Arumugam
- Edward Lear by W H Auden
- The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Robert Burns: The Lament: Occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a Friend’s Amour.
- Константин Батюшков – Мщение
- Lamentations by Siegfried Sassoon
- Fancy Dress by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sonnet LXXI by William Shakespeare
- On the Religious Memory of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646 poem – John Milton poems
- The Gamblers by Vachel Lindsay
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 22. Let Erin Remember the Days of Old. Томас Мур.
- What is Poetry? by Mark Olynyk
- Songs From “Prince Lucifer” I – Grave-Digger’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- Compassion poem – Amey Deshpande poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- Suicide Off Egg Rock by Sylvia Plath
- Stars Over The Dordogne by Sylvia Plath
- A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet: To Time by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet To Satan by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet : To Eva by Sylvia Plath
- Song For A Summer’s Day by Sylvia Plath
- Song For A Revolutionary Love by Sylvia Plath
- Soliloquy Of The Solipsist by Sylvia Plath
- Sleep In The Mojave Desert by Sylvia Plath
- Sheep In Fog by Sylvia Plath
- Prologue To Spring by Sylvia Plath
- Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
- Poppies In July by Sylvia Plath
- Polly’s Tree by Sylvia Plath
- On The Plethora Of Dryads by Sylvia Plath
- On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad by Sylvia Plath
- On The Decline Of Oracles by Sylvia Plath
- On Looking Into The Eyes Of A Demon Lover by Sylvia Plath
- On Deck by Sylvia Plath
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.