A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
The eyes of the portraits on the wall
Look at me, follow me,
Stare incessantly:
I take it their glance means nothing at all?
–Clearly, oh clearly! Nothing at all …
Out in the gardens by the lake
The sleeping peacocks suddenly wake;
Out in the gardens, moonlit and forlorn,
Each of them sounds his mournful horn:
Shrill peals that waver and crack and break.
What can have made the peacocks wake?
A few random poems:
- Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry by Robert Burns
- Олег Григорьев – Зажав кузнечика в руке
- The Innovator by Stephen Vincent Benet
- The Sirens’ Song by William Browne
- Monument by Satish Verma
- Георгий Иванов – Там, над Невой зеленоватой
- Владислав Крапивин – В южных морях и у севера дальнего
- Verses Written At Bath, On Finding The Heel Of A Shoe by William Cowper
- Владимир Маяковский – Порт
- Love by Shahida Latif
- Summer poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- On An Eclipse Of The Moon by Walter Savage Landor
- Say, What Is Honour?–‘Tis The Finest Sense by William Wordsworth
- Иван Мятлев – Старушка
- Robert Burns: Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver:
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
- When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman
- When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman
- When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman
- What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman
- What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman
- What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman
- What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
- We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman
- Visor’d. by Walt Whitman
- Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman
- Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman
- To You. by Walt Whitman
- To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman
- To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman
- To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman
- To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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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
Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.