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:
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Кудри
- The Daguerreotype by William Vaughn Moody
- Love’s Unity poem – Alfred Austin
- A Child’s Grace by Robert Herrick
- Contusion by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Бундур – Сухари
- The Song of the Old Guard by Rudyard Kipling
- The Light By The Barn by William Stafford
- The Emigrant
- Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala – You Are A Cluster Of Clouds – Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Proud Music of The Storm by Walt Whitman
- Words You Said poem – Andrew Neil Maternick poems | Poems and Poetry
- For A Picture Of St. Dorothea poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- On The Death Of Mr William Hervey
- Омар Хайям – Друг, умей от пустой суеты отличать
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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я всё чаще думаю о судьях
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я верю в нашу общую звезду
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я уверен, как ни разу в жизни
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я стою, стою спиною к строю
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я сказал врачу: “Я за все плачу!”
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я любил и женщин и проказы
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я был слесарь шестого разряда
- Владимир Высоцкий – Хрущёву
- Владимир Высоцкий – Холодно, метёт кругом
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вы в огне да и в море вовеки не сыщете брода
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вы были у Беллы
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё с себя снимаю, слишком душно
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё меньше вас, участники войны
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё было не так, как хотелось вначале
- Владимир Высоцкий – Все ушли на фронт
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вратарь (Льву Яшину)
- Владимир Высоцкий – Возле города Пекина
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вова испугался
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот Вы докатились до сороковых
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот раньше жизнь
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.