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:
- Низами Гянджеви – Расступился черный мускус
- Hyperion poem – John Keats poems
- A Fixed Idea poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Forget-me-nots by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Chosen by William Butler Yeats
- In torque by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Autum by T.S. Hulme
- Private Ground by Sylvia Plath
- One And Two by Will McKendree Carleton
- Владимир Степанов – Жучка и тучка
- Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Владислав Ходасевич – Обо всем в одних стихах не скажешь
- Ballade Of The Bookworm poem – Andrew Lang poems
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
- Василий Курочкин – На погребение бедового критика
- Василий Курочкин – Мы всё смешное косим, косим
- Василий Курочкин – Мчит меня в твои объятья
- Василий Курочкин – Казацкие стихотворения
- Василий Курочкин – Как не вскрикнуть тут с поэтом
- Василий Курочкин – Двуглавый орел
- Василий Курочкин – Дама приятная во всех отношениях
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Москва майская
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Марш веселых ребят
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Жрец искусства
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Здравствуй, школа
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Закаляйся
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Водовоз
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Веселый ветер
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – В метро
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – В дальний путь идут корабли
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Только на фронте
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Так говорил танкистам политрук
- Лебедев-Кумач – Священная война: стих “Вставай, страна огромная”, текст песни на Poetry Monster
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Стихи не на тему
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.