Nay, not to-night;–the slow, sad rain is falling
Sorrowful tears, beneath a grieving sky,
Far off a famished jackal, faintly calling,
Renders the dusk more lonely with its cry.
The mighty river rushes, sobbing, seawards,
The shadows shelter faint mysterious fears,
I turn mine eyes for consolation theewards,
And find thy lashes tremulous with tears.
If some new soul, asearch for incarnation,
Should, through our kisses, enter Life again,
It would inherit all our desolation,
All the soft sorrow of the slanting rain.
When thou desirest Love’s supreme surrender,
Come while the morning revels in the light,
Bulbuls around us, passionately tender,
Singing among the roses red and white.
Thus, if it be my sweet and sacred duty,
Subservient to the Gods’ divine decree,
To give the world again thy vivid beauty,
I should transmit it with my joy in thee.
I could not if I would, Beloved, deceive thee.
Wouldst thou not feel at once a feigned caress?
Yet, do not rise, I would not have thee leave me,
My soul needs thine to share its loneliness.
Let the dim starlight, when the low clouds sunder,
Silver the perfect outline of thy face.
Such faces had the saints; I only wonder
That thine has sought my heart for resting-place.

A few random poems:
- Василий Жуковский – Торжество победителей
- In Hardwood Groves by Robert Frost
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь материальную базу
- Как хорошо иметь подругу
- Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- What the Rattlesnake Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Седакова – Госпожа и служанка
- Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
- Василий Казин – Каменщик
- Sonnet CXLVIII by William Shakespeare
- The Deep-Sea Cables by Rudyard Kipling
- A June-Tide Echo poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Couplet poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Pet-Lamb by William Wordsworth
- The Middle of the World by Samuel Hazo
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
- Шекспир – Любовь к себе моим владеет взором – Сонет 62
- Шекспир – Люблю твои глаза – Сонет 132
- Шекспир – Люби другого – Сонет 139
- Шекспир – Лелеет лето лучший свой цветок – Сонет 94
- Шекспир – Как и любовь – Сонет 151
- Шекспир – Дыханье мысли и огонь желанья – Сонет 45
- Шекспир – Доверьем мнимым держится любовь – Сонет 138
- Шекспир – День без тебя казался ночью – Сонет 43
- Шекспир – Чтобы стихи, рожденные когда-то – Сонет 38
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
- Шекспир – Бессмертную хоронят красоту – Сонет 83
- Шекспир – А это смерть – Сонет 64
- Шарль Бодлер – Жажда небытия
- Омар Хайям – О, не растите дерево печали
- Омар Хайям – О мудрец, если тот или этот дурак
- Омар Хайям о людях: Стихи, рубаи о человеке Омара Хайяма – Poetry Monster
- Омар Хайям – О, кумир, Дружбу ты почему прервала
- Омар Хайям – О горе, горе сердцу, где жгучей страсти нет
- Омар Хайям – О, если б, захватив с собой стихов диван
- Омар Хайям – О друге я мечтал, но им не стал никто
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.