The sins of Youth are hardly sins,
So frank they are and free.
‘T is but when Middle-age begins
We need morality.
Ah, pause and weigh this bitter truth:
That Middle-age, grown cold,
No comprehension has of Youth,
No pity for the Old.
Youth, with his half-divine mistakes,
She never can forgive,
So much she hates his charm which makes
Worth while the life we live.
She scorns Old Age, whose tolerance
And calm, well-balanced mind
(Knowing how crime is born of chance)
Can pardon all mankind.
Yet she, alas! has all the power
Of strength and place and gold,
Man’s every act, through every hour,
Is by her laws controlled.
All things she grasps with sordid hands
And weighs in tarnished scales.
She neither feels, nor understands,
And yet her will prevails!
Cold-blooded vice and careful sin,
Gold-lust, blind selfishness,–
The shortest, cheapest way to win
Some, worse than cheap, success.
Such are her attributes and aims,
Yet meekly we obey,
While she to guide and order claims
All issues of the day.
You seek for honour, friendship, truth?
Let Middle-age be banned!
Go, for warm-hearted acts, to Youth;
To Age,–to understand!
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Для Донбасса формируется поезд с подарками (РОСТА №938)
- Аля Кудряшева – Ну что я могу ответить
- Владимир Маяковский – Советский Союз, намотай на ус – кто Юз
- Brought From Beyond poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Protest By Zahir U Din
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
- Is Hiring a Resume Writer Really Worth It?
- Омар Хайям – Думал я, что верны обещанья твои
- Snake Pit by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Владимир Солоухин – Ветер
- To My Brother by Siegfried Sassoon
- Befire the Battle by Thomas Moore
- Cologne by Samuel Coleridge
- A Te Deum poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Whistle, And I’ll Come To You, My Lad:
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
- Dark Wood, Dark Water by Sylvia Plath
- Dark House by Sylvia Plath
- Danse Macabre by Sylvia Plath
- Cut by Sylvia Plath
- Crystal Gazer by Sylvia Plath
- Contusion by Sylvia Plath
- Cinderella by Sylvia Plath
- Childless Woman by Sylvia Plath
- Child by Sylvia Plath
- Channel Crossing by Sylvia Plath
- Candles by Sylvia Plath
- Bucolics by Sylvia Plath
- Brasilia by Sylvia Plath
- Blue Moles by Sylvia Plath
- Berck-Plage by Sylvia Plath
- Barren Woman by Sylvia Plath
- Aquatic Nocturne by Sylvia Plath
- April Aubade by Sylvia Plath
- April 18 by Sylvia Plath
- Among The Narcissi 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.