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:
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
- Immaculacy by Satish Verma
- Fear No More by William Shakespeare
- Between the Dusk of a Summer Night by William Ernest Henley
- Владимир Динец – Над степью весенней
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- The Death of Cromwell poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Гавриил Державин – Модное остроумие
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше иностранцы шли в Россию как разбойники и воры… (Роста №105)
- Diary of a Church Mouse poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Афанасий Фет – Сад весь в цвету
- Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Прощание с саблею
- Степан Щипачев – Голос
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 Бенедиктов – Вы с Музой свадьбу золотую
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вход воспрещается
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Все люди
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Улетевшим мечтам
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ты холодна
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Туча
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Три вида
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тост
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тайна
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Светлые ночи
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Степь
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Старой знакомке
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Сознание
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Современная идиллия
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Сослуживцу
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Собачий пир
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть в Мессине
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть
- Владимир Британишский – Чюрлёнис
- Владимир Британишский – Читая Ремарка
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.