_Bridegroom_
I give you my house and my lands, all golden with harvest;
My sword, my shield, and my jewels, the spoils of my strife,
My strength and my dreams, and aught I have gathered of glory,
And to-night–to-night, I shall give you my very life.
_Bride_
I may not raise my eyes, O my Lord, towards you,
And I may not speak: what matter? my voice would fail.
But through my dowacast lashes, feeling your beauty,
I shiver and burn with pleasure beneath my veil.
_Younger Sisters_
We throw sweet perfume upon her head,
And delicate flowers round her bed.
Ah, would that it were our turn to wed!
_Mother_
I see my daughter, vaguely, through my tears,
(Ah, lost caresses of my early years!)
I see the bridegroom, King of men in truth!
(Ah, my first lover, and my vanished youth!)
_Bride_
Almost I dread this night. My senses fail me.
How shall I dare to clasp a thing so dear?
Many have feared your name, but I your beauty.
Lord of my life, be gentle to my fear!
_Younger Sisters_
In the softest silk is our sister dressed,
With silver rubies upon her breast,
Where a dearer treasure to-night will rest.
_Dancing Girls_
See! his hair is like silk, and his teeth are whiter
Than whitest of jasmin flowers. Pity they marry him thus.
I would change my jewels against his caresses.
Verily, sisters, this marriage is greatly a loss to us!
_Bride_
Would that the music ceased and the night drew round us,
With solitude, shadow, and sound of closing doors,
So that our lips might meet and our beings mingle,
While mine drank deep of the essence, beloved, of yours.
_Passing mendicant_
Out of the joy of your marriage feast,
Oh, brothers, be good to me.
The way is long and the Shrine is far,
Where my weary feet would be.
And feasting is always somewhat sad
To those outside the door–
Still; Love is only a dream, and Life
Itself is hardly more!
A few random poems:
- Freddy by Stevie Smith
- Blank Dreams
- Огюст Барбье – Сегодня я в пути
- Федор Сологуб – Я иду от дома к дому
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- The Homeless Man by Mary TallMountain
- Thoras Song Ashtaroth
- Владимир Корнилов – Глухота
- The Dragon and The Unicorn by Mary Etta Metcalf
- the_holy_tree.html
- Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer by Robert Burns
- The Loving Game by Vernon Scannell
- Bothwell Castle by William Wordsworth
- An Opera House poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ох, где был я вчера
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
- Body Script by Satish Verma
- Blue Mountains by Satish Verma
- Blistering Attack by Satish Verma
- Blemishes by Satish Verma
- Battle For Madness by Satish Verma
- Bare Tongue by Satish Verma
- Backtracking by Satish Verma
- AWAY FROM HOME by Satish Verma
- Astigmatism by Satish Verma
- Armless Enemies by Satish Verma
- Animation by Satish Verma
- Ancient Sins by Satish Verma
- Anarchy by Satish Verma
- An Art by Satish Verma
- Afterimages by Satish Verma
- A Saint Between Us by Satish Verma
- A River Flows Underground by Satish Verma
- A Killing by Satish Verma
- A DARK HOUSE by Satish Verma
- A Civil War by Satish Verma
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.