A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
I to the open road,
You to the hunchbacked street –
Which of us two
Shall the earlier rue
That day we chanced to meet?
I with a heart that’s sound,
You with sick fancies of pain –
Which of us two
Would the earlier rue
If we chanced to meet again?
I jingle homely lore,
While you rhyme is with kiss –
Which of us two
Will the earlier rue
The love of the Hoylake Miss?
Not I the first to go,
Nor I the first to deceive –
Which of us two
Shall the the earliest rue
Our garden of make-believe?
You were a Chinese god,
I an offering fair,
As we entered the
Garden of Allah,
To sing our holy prayer.
Entered with hearts bowed low,
Yet I heard a voice that cried:
For he is the god of the
Sacrifice,
You are the crucified.
It was all make-believe,
A foolish game of play,
Our garden of Allah
A drawing-room,
Our Chinese god of clay.
Strings of bruises for pearls,
Tears for forget-me-nots,
And a deadly pain
Of the sickening shame
Watching the fading spots.
As quickly they faded,
The heart of me faded as well,
Until nothing is left
Of my garden,
But a soul sunk to hell.
Hail!
Poet prend ton lute -Je disparaire,
No more together we’ll enter the
Enchanted garden of make-believe,
Nor my sad soul listen while thine deceive.
No more you’ll be the God of Sacrifice,
Nor I the crucified.
Ah, Garden of Allah -how bitter sweet
Thy fruit. Why breakest thou the heart?
Why spoilest thou the soul with notes
From thy golden lute?
Lo! our garden a common room
Our Chinese god burnt clay, and
The singing of verses a funeral hymn
That awakes with awakening day.
‘Twas all such a meaningless play,
Poet prend ton lute -Je disparaitre.
Hail!
Poet, take my hand -we’ll walk
Still a little way.
I’ll not desert thee at the close of day,
I, too, must pray.
A beggar asking alms of passers-by,
Does not refuse a drink to one who’s dry
That once by him did lie.
Poet, come close -before I leave for aye
Take thou my hand, we’ll walk still
A little way.
One garment covered both to keep us warm,
What harmed the one, was’t not the other’s harm?
Close clasped, one single form.
Was it not meant of aye?
Poet, take thou my hand -we’ll still
Walk a little way.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Набоков – Есть в одиночестве свобода
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Липы
- Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Braes O’ Killiecrankie:
- The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Долой мешечников (РОСТА №525)
- In Memory of a Child by Vachel Lindsay
- Noe more unto my thoughts appeare by Sidney Godolphin
- Written After Leaving Her At New Burns by William Cowper
- Risus Dei by Thomas Edward Brown
- Moment’s Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore
- News For The Delphic Oracle by William Butler Yeats
- On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Омар Хайям – Не для веселости я пью вино
- Madonna poem – Alfred Austin
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
- To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor by Phillis Wheatley
- To Captain H—–d, of the 65th Regiment by Phillis Wheatley
- To A Lady On The Death Of The Three Relations by Phillis Wheatley
- To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
- To a Lady on Her Remarkable Preservation by Phillis Wheatley
- To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America by Phillis Wheatley
- To a Lady and Her Children by Phillis Wheatley
- To a Gentleman on His Voyage to Great-Britain by Phillis Wheatley
- To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady’s Brother and Sister by Phillis Wheatley
- To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady by Phillis Wheatley
- Thoughts On The Works Of Providence by Phillis Wheatley
- One Being Brought From Africa To America by Phillis Wheatley
- On Virtue by Phillis Wheatley
- On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell by Phillis Wheatley
- On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield by Phillis Wheatley
- On The Death Of J. C. An Infant by Phillis Wheatley
- On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall by Phillis Wheatley
- On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age by Phillis Wheatley
- On the Death of a Young Gentleman by Phillis Wheatley
- On Recollection by Phillis Wheatley
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Search engines:
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Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
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