Upon the City Ramparts, lit up by sunset gleam,
The Blue eyes that conquer, meet the Darker eyes that dream.
The Dark eyes, so Eastern, and the Blue eyes from the West,
The last alight with action, the first so full of rest.
Brown, that seem to hold the Past; its magic mystery,
Blue, that catch the early light, of ages yet to be.
Meet and fall and meet again, then linger, look, and smile,
Time and distance all forgotten, for a little while.
Happy on the city wall, in the warm spring weather,
All the force of Nature’s laws, drawing them together.
East and West so gaily blending, for a little space,
All the sunshine seems to centre, round th’ Enchanted place!
One rides down the dusty road, one watches from the wall,
Azure eyes would fain return, and Amber eyes recall;
Would fain be on the ramparts, and resting heart to heart,
But time o’ love is overpast, East and West must part.
Blue eyes so clear and brilliant! Brown eyes so dark and deep!
Those are dim, and ride away, these cry themselves to sleep.
_”Oh, since Love is all so short, the sob so near the smile,_
_Blue eyes that always conquer us, is it worth your while?”_
A few random poems:
- The First Jasmines by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Man In The Bowler Hat
- Penmaen Pool poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Костров – Смуту и безверье не приемль
- Владимир Степанов – Масленица
- A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode
- phantasm.html
- On The Death Of Mr William Hervey
- Николай Тихонов – Длинный путь
- Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. by Walt Whitman
- Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
- A Valentine’s Song by Robert Louis Stevenson
- La Fleur by Shaunna Harper
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заметки о некоторой публицистике
- Валерий Брюсов – К портрету К.Д. Бальмонта
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
- Владимир Маяковский – Тёплое слово кое-каким порокам
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты знаешь это вот… (Главполитпросвет №267)
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты хочешь освободиться от тяжести войны?.. (РОСТА №523)
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты обут? Тебя обувает фабрика… (РОСТА №601)
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты не пошел на фронт бить барона?.. (РОСТА №451)
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты
- Владимир Маяковский – Тучкины штучки
- Владимир Маяковский – Трудовая взаимопомощь инвентарем (Агитплакаты)
- Владимир Маяковский – Тропики
- Владимир Маяковский – Тревога
- Владимир Маяковский – Третий вывоз
- Владимир Маяковский – Тресты
- Владимир Маяковский – Трагедия
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищу Нетте, пароходу и человеку
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищи, близятся ужасы зимы… (РОСТА №270)
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарище, не забывайте о Врангеле-бароне! (РОСТА № 116)
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ! Шахтер раздет… (РОСТА №603)
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ Иванов
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ! Фронту помог ты… (РОСТА №444)
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ Чичерин и тралеры отдает и прочее
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.