pathos is the skyward tanka
by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
a mother swathed in muslin
scavenging, rubble
behind the sea of biscay
a burned down house on a mound
a bargain respect, absent
what was us, what was sweet home
lost to an ornery sound
shanks pressed into the pallid
how they grieve even –
in flight, there’s nothing
no coast, of drift, remembrance
so she writes because
she forgets what she puts down
rope and field of lies
rising flames, a white refrain
driftpin verse forms miscreant
as if resting on water –
a sail, ascension
Red Ochre Lit
Copyright ©:
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
A few random poems:
- A Way to Love God by Robert Penn Warren
- On Chloris being ill (Song) by Robert Burns
- The Merchant by Rabindranath Tagore
- Psalm 02 poem – John Milton poems
- Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Николай Тихонов – Инд
- The Moralists by Yvor Winters
- Шекспир – Считать часы и спрашивать – Сонет 58
- Шекспир – Мне показалось, что была зима – Сонет 97
- Владимир Бенедиктов – К женщине
- The Doctor Will Return by Weldon Kees
- Николай Глазков – Давно хотел сложить стихи
- Power
- A Farm-Picture. by Walt Whitman
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заколдованный месяц
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
- Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare
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
