Not a Star
by Adonis
Neither a star,
nor a prophet’s inspiration,
nor a face praying to the moon, is Mihyar.
Here he comes
like a pagan spear,
invading the land of letters,
bleeding
and raising to the sun
his bleeding.
Here he is,
wearing the nakedness of stone
and praying to the caves.
Here he is,
cuddling the light Earth.
Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene
Copyright ©:
translated by Kamal Abu-Deeb
A few random poems:
- I know you will remember ME by Neelam Sinha
- Владимир Маяковский – Гевлок Вильсон
- The Man In The Bowler Hat
- Time Well-Served by Luis Estable
- Владимир Корнилов – Флейта в метро
- Николай Языков – Родина
- Fog poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare
- Haiku: His Little Drum by Monty Gilmer
- LET Go.. by Renu Ayyar
- There is but there is not poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Rosalie by Washington Allston
- Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver:
- The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket by Robert Lowell
- Ольга Берггольц – Нам от тебя теперь не оторваться
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
- Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
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
