Oh, Life, I have taken you for my Lover,
I rent your veils and I found you fair ;
If a fault or failing my eyes discover,
I will not see it; it is not there !
I know, if I knew, I should hold you dearer,
Should understand, if I understood,
For I worship more, as you draw me nearer,
Your reckless Evil, your perfect Good.
In the Jungle gloom, we have watched and waited,
For stealthy Panthers, that prowl by night,
At the end of some weary march, belated,
We heard strange tales by the camp-fire light.
We have lain on the starlit sands, untented,
While low-hung planets rose white and fair,
And in moonlit gardens, silver and scented,
Oh, Life, my Lover, how sweet you were !
Forbidden and barbarous rites were shown us,
In rock-hewn Temples and jungle caves,
And the smoke-wreathed home of the dead has known us,
The burning-ghat by the Ganges waves
Ah, the long, lone ride through the starlit hours,
The long, lone watch on the starlit sea,
And the flame and flush of the morning flowers
When Life, my Lover, was kind to me !
Betimes we were out on the Sea, together;
The vessel raced down the great green slope
Of mountainous waves, in desperate weather ;
The hearts of men were adrift from hope.
As over the deck, in exultant fashion,
The violent water crashed and fell,
I knew, through the joy of your reckless passion,
Agonised fear of the last farewell.
But I follow you always, unresisting,
To lowest depth ; to uttermost brink,
From a thirst like mine there is no desisting
Though given poison for wine to drink.
You may do your utmost, you will not shake me,
Your faith may falter ; my faith is true.
Oh, Life, you may shatter and rend and break me,
All Pain is Pleasure, that springs from you !
In the height and heat of your wildest passion,
You had your uttermost will of me,
And when have I asked for the least compassion ?
A lover loved is a lover free !
Though, with never a word of farewell spoken
In lonely wilds of some Desert place,
You have flung me from you, adrift and broken,
To wait the child of your last embrace.
And never my faith nor my fervour faltered,
Until you turned to my lips again,
When, my eager longing for you unaltered
Your first kiss cancelled my months of pain.
Ah, Life, you may torture my soul, betray me,
The right is yours, as Lover and Lord.
And when in the climax of all, you slay me,
My lips in dying will seek your sword.
A few random poems:
- The Geography of the House by W H Auden
- Books And Thoughts poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Lead Soldiers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Гумилев – Ольге Людвиговне Кардовской
- Владимир Солоухин – У тихой речки детство проводя
- The Last Leap
- Владимир Маяковский – Братство РОСТА БН
- Robert Burns: Sweet Tibbie Dunbar:
- Travel to Infinite Places by Michael Levy
- Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Hermit poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Calypso by W H Auden
- A King’s Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral] by Thomas Hardy
- Владимир Высоцкий – День рождения лейтенанта милиции в ресторане “Берлин”
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
- River poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- Rising Early poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
- Retake, Union Square poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- Requiem For A Bartender’s Dream poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Repentance poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- Prisoners poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- Potions poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- Once Upon A Wandering Mind poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- On A May Glory-A Welcome Song poem – Nithin Purple poems | Poetry Monster
- Now, What is Poetry? poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
- Night poem – Yahya Kemal Beyatli poems | Poetry Monster
- My Father’s Love Letters poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- Mules poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- Love’s Confession poem – Yuvraj Johri poems | Poetry Monster
- Life poem – Yahya Kemal Beyatli poems | Poetry Monster
- La Vie Boheme poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Journal Entry poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- [ I think I’m there? ] poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- Her Majesty’s Diamond Jubilee poem – Zameer Careem poems | Poetry Monster
- Heartbreak at 2 A.M. poem – Yuvraj Johri poems | Poetry Monster
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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.