INDEED I must confess,
When souls mix ‘t is an happiness;
But not complete till bodies too do combine,
And closely as our minds together join:
But half of heaven the souls in glory taste,
Till by love in heaven, at last,
Their bodies too are plac’d.
In thy immortal part
Man, as well as I, thou art;
But something’t is that differs thee and me;
And we must one even in that difference be.
I thee, both as a man and woman, prize;
For a perfect love implies
Love in all capacities.
Can that for true love pass,
When a fair woman courts her glass?
Something unlike must in love’s likeness be;
His wonder is, one, and variety:
For he, whose soul nought but a soul can move,
Does a new Narcissus prove,
And his own image love.
That souls do beauty know,
‘T is to the bodies’ help they owe;
If, when they know ‘t, they straight abuse that trust,
And shut the body from’t, ‘t is as unjust
As if I brought my dearest friend to see
My mistress, and at th’ instant he
Should steal her quite from me.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Toast
- Oh could my Mind
- Robert Burns: Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa:
- The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грустная песня о Ванечке
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 poem – Alexander Pope
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Thorn by William Wordsworth
- Landscapes poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Arabian Night’s Entertainments by William Ernest Henley
- Гавриил Державин – Философы, пьяный и трезвый
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Quarry by William Vaughn Moody
- A Girdle by William Strode
- A Shropshire Lad poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- Spring by Ramesh Anand
- Remember the Tick by RD McManes
- re_word by RD McManes
- Rain by Reena Ribalow
- Carnal Knowledge by Rebecca Elson
- We Astronomers by Rebecca Elson
- This Morning by Raymond Carver
- Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year by Raymond Carver
- No Chance To A New Life by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Live for the moment, be in the present by Ramesh V Deshpande
- Late Fragment by Raymond Carver
- Jobless by Rashmi
- I’m not listening by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Flutter by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Fear by Raymond Carver
- Drinking While Driving by Raymond Carver
- Circulation by Raymond Carver
- Butterfly by Ramesh Anand
- Bobber by Raymond Carver
- Autumn by Ramesh Anand
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
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.