You are all that is lovely and light,
Aziza whom I adore,
And, waking, after the night,
I am weary with dreams of you.
Every nerve in my heart is tense and sore
As I rise to another morning apart from you.
I dream of your luminous eyes,
Aziza whom I adore!
Of the ruffled silk of your hair,
I dream, and the dreams are lies.
But I love them, knowing no more
Will ever be mine of you
Aziza, my life’s despair.
I would burn for a thousand days,
Aziza whom I adore,
Be tortured, slain, in unheard of ways
If you pitied the pain I bore.
You pity! Your bright eyes, fastened on other things,
Are keener to sting my soul, than scorpion stings!
You are all that is lovely to me,
All that is light,
One white rose in a Desert of weariness.
I only live in the night,
The night, with its fair false dreams of you,
You and your loveliness.
Give me your love for a day,
A night, an hour:
If the wages of sin are Death
I am willing to pay.
What is my life but a breath
Of passion burning away?
Away for an unplucked flower.
O Aziza whom I adore,
Aziza my one delight,
Only one night, I will die before day,
And trouble your life no more.

A few random poems:
- Allegory Of The Cave by Stephen Dunn
- Наум Коржавин – Еще в мальчишеские годы
- The Gardener XLVI: You Left Me by Rabindranath Tagore
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Веселый ветер
- A Cure At Porlock poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Love In Autumn by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Леля
- Paradise Lost: Book 10 poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Служака
- The Cobweb by Raymond Carver
- Robert Burns: The Flowery Banks Of Cree:
- Colors by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church
- Points And Lines poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Алишер Навои – О сердце, столько на земле
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
- Yarrow Revisited by William Wordsworth
- Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth
- Written In Very Early Youth by William Wordsworth
- Written in March by William Wordsworth
- Written in London. September, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Written In Germany On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century by William Wordsworth
- Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson’s Ossian by William Wordsworth
- With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth
- With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb’st the Sky by William Wordsworth
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth
- When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth
- “When I Have Borne In Memory” by William Wordsworth
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth
- Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere by William Wordsworth
- Waldenses by William Wordsworth
- View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
- Vaudracour And Julia by William Wordsworth
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
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.