by Alicja Kuberska
I wrote a few words and tied them permanently.
Reflections and emotions created an immaterial line.
I uttered the last sentence, and he flew like a zephyr.
He kissed my lips lightly and left, he walked away to strangers.
He slipped into their eyes, where the tears are born.
He whispered some lovely words to the hearts and they quivered tenderly.
He woke up the sleeping consciences, bored by a daily routine.
He consoled a very sad lady, called Melancholy.
At night he flew into the sky, parted the heavy curtains of clouds.
The stars glittered and the moon lip up the paths of lovers.
The tender singing of a nightingale mingled in the abyss of darkness
And sunk in the lovingly swooning scent of flowers .
Sometimes this unfaithful lover returns to me
– Beloved son of the muse, not my child any more
Poland
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Alicja Kuberska
A few random poems:
- A Meeting With Despair by Thomas Hardy
- The house where I was born (02) by Yves Bonnefoy
- An Argument by Vachel Lindsay
- Momma Welfare Roll by Maya Angelou
- The Trout poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Берггольц – Она дарить любила
- The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge by Robert Burns
- No Return by William Matthews
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Жан де Лафонтен – Амур и Безумие
- A Scot To Jeanne D’Arc poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Dying of America and How to Save Her
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey
- Gimmick In A Geisha by Vaishnavi Prakash
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
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman
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
