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:
- Hemingwayan waves of time by Ndue Ukaj
- Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair by Robert Burns
- Oh could my Mind
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Не называй далекой бездной
- Blame Aphrodite by Sappho
- Memorial Day For The War Dead by Yehuda Amichai
- The Slow Pacific Swell by Yvor Winters
- Mad Pirate Marmaduke by Ross D Tyler
- Владимир Британишский – Дым отечества
- A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher’s Works poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
- On A Miser, 2 (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Lover’s Gifts LIV: In the Beginning of Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes (Sonnet 29) by William Shakespeare
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 Высоцкий – Дела
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давно, в эпоху мрачного язычества
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давайте я спою вам в подражанье радиолам
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иноходец
- Владимир Высоцкий – И в Дубне, и на Таганке что-то ставят, что-то строят
- Владимир Высоцкий – И сегодня, и намедни
- Владимир Высоцкий – И душа, и голова, кажись, болит
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грусть моя, тоска моя
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грицюку
- Владимир Высоцкий – Граждане, ах, сколько ж я не пел
- Владимир Высоцкий – Говорят, лезу прямо под нож
- Владимир Высоцкий – Наши добрые зрители
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нараспашку, при любой погоде
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нам вчера прислали из рук вон плохую весть
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нам говорят без всякой лести
- Владимир Высоцкий – Надпись на афише Смехову к 400-му спектаклю «Антимиры»
- Владимир Высоцкий – Надо с кем-то рассорить кого-то
- Владимир Высоцкий – Набросок песни к к/ф “Вооружён и очень опасен”
- Владимир Высоцкий – Наброски песен к несостоявшемуся спектаклю по сказкам Шергина
- Владимир Высоцкий – Набат
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.