I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,
And counting every moment till we meet.
I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen
Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.
Till I see you, tall and slender, standing clear against the skyline
A graceful shade across the lingering red,
While your hair the breezes ruffle, turns to silver in the twilight,
And makes a fair faint aureole round your head.
Far away towards the sunset I can see a narrow river,
That unwinds itself in red tranquillity;
I can hear its rippled meeting, and the gurgle of its greeting,
As it mingles with the loved and long sought sea.
In the purple sky above me showing dark against the starlight,
Long wavering flights of homeward birds fly low,
They cry each one to the other, and their weird and wistful calling,
Makes most melancholy music as they go.
Oh, my dearest hasten, hasten! It is lonely here. Already
Have I heard the jackals’ first assembling cry,
And among the purple shadows of the mangroves and the marshes
Fitful echoes of their footfalls passing by.
Ah, come soon! my arms are empty, and so weary for your beauty,
I am thirsty for the music of your voice.
Come to make the marshes joyous with the sweetness of your presence,
Let your nearing feet bid all the sands rejoice!
My hands, my lips are feverish with the longing and the waiting
And no softness of the twilight soothes their heat,
Till I see your radiant eyes, shining stars beneath the starlight,
Till I kiss the slender coolness of your feet.
Ah, loveliest, most reluctant, when you lay yourself beside me
All the planets reel around me–fade away,
And the sands grow dim, uncertain,–I stretch out my hands towards you
While I try to speak but know not what I say!
I am faint with love and longing, and my burning eyes are gazing
Where the furtive Jackals wage their famished strife,
Oh, your shadow on the mangroves! and your step upon the sandhills,–
This is the loveliest evening of my Life!

A few random poems:
- Владимир Луговской – Фотограф
- For Anne Gregory by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- The Gardener LV: It Was Mid-Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- Алишер Навои – Как от вздохов безнадежных дым
- What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman
- Freedom of Love poem | L’Union Libre (Ma Femme) – Andre Breton poems
- Nothing is Real by Rixa White
- Behold the hour by Robert Burns
- Владимир Высоцкий – Побег на рывок
- Twins by Vinko Kalinić
- Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare
- Revelation
- Factors Affecting the Labor Market – Determination of Wages and The Activities of Trade Unions
- On a Tree Fallen Across the Road by Robert Frost
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
- Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
- Two Campers In Cloud Country by Sylvia Plath
- Trio Of Love Songs by Sylvia Plath
- To Eva Descending The Stair by Sylvia Plath
- To A Jilted Lover by Sylvia Plath
- Tinker Jack And The Tidy Wives by Sylvia Plath
- The Trial Of A Man by Sylvia Plath
- The Tour by Sylvia Plath
- The Times Are Tidy by Sylvia Plath
- The Thin People by Sylvia Plath
- The Swarm by Sylvia Plath
- The Surgeon At 2 A.M. by Sylvia Plath
- The Stones by Sylvia Plath
- The Snowman on the Moor by Sylvia Plath
- The Sleepers by Sylvia Plath
- The Shrike by Sylvia Plath
- The Rival by Sylvia Plath
- The Ravaged Face by Sylvia Plath
- The Rabbit Catcher by Sylvia Plath
- The Queen’s Complaint by Sylvia Plath
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.