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
Copyright ©:
Alicja Kuberska
A few random poems:
- Limitations by Siegfried Sassoon
- May You Be Like An Evergreen by Ronald G. Auguste
- The Nearness That Is All by Samuel Hazo
- The Witching Hour by Norma Martiri
- Владимир Маяковский – Пример, не достойный подражания
- Олег Бундур – Обновки
- Ольга Высотская – Гости
- Владимир Маяковский – Порядочный гражданин
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Слезы и звуки
- A Consolation to Cuckholds by William Wycherley poems
- The Little Turtle by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Седакова – Три зеркала
- The Devil Outwitted by William Somervile
- Низами Гянджеви – Где путь в кумирню
- Where Have We All Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf
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
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
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
