A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
I have run where festival was loud
With drum and brass among the crowd
Of panic revellers, whose cries
Affront the quiet of the skies;
Whose dancing lights contract the deep
Infinity of night and sleep
To a narrow turmoil of troubled fire.
And I have found my heart’s desire
In beechen caverns that autumn fills
With the blue shadowiness of distant hills;
Whose luminous grey pillars bear
The stooping sky: calm is the air,
Nor any sound is heard to mar
That crystal silence–as from far,
Far off a man may see
The busy world all utterly
Hushed as an old memorial scene.
Long evenings I have sat and been
Strangely content, while in my hands
I held a wealth of coloured strands,
Shimmering plaits of silk and skeins
Of soft bright wool. Each colour drains
New life at the lamp’s round pool of gold;
Each sinks again when I withhold
The quickening radiance, to a wan
And shadowy oblivion
Of what it was. And in my mind
Beauty or sudden love has shined
And wakened colour in what was dead
And turned to gold the sullen lead
Of mean desires and everyday’s
Poor thoughts and customary ways.
Sometimes in lands where mountains throw
Their silent spell on all below,
Drawing a magic circle wide
About their feet on every side,
Robbed of all speech and thought and act,
I have seen God in the cataract.
In falling water and in flame,
Never at rest, yet still the same,
God shows himself. And I have known
The swift fire frozen into stone,
And water frozen changelessly
Into the death of gems. And I
Long sitting by the thunderous mill
Have seen the headlong wheel made still,
And in the silence that ensued
Have known the endless solitude
Of being dead and utterly nought.
Inhabitant of mine own thought,
I look abroad, and all I see
Is my creation, made for me:
Along my thread of life are pearled
The moments that make up the world.

A few random poems:
- Lovers since Eternity by Preeth Nambiar
- My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Rose The Red And White Lily poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Agatha poem – Alfred Austin
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- The Window Freäm’d Wi’ Stwone by William Barnes
- polyphony_in_a_cathedral.html
- Backtracking by Satish Verma
- Conversation
- On the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. by Robert Burns
- Олег Бундур – Я вырасту, мама
- Омар Хайям – Египет, Рим, Китай держи ты под пятой
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Огненная жертва
- After The Visit by Thomas Hardy
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
- Ольга Берггольц – Мой дом
- Ольга Берггольц – Мне не поведать о моей утрате
- Ольга Берггольц – Марш оловянных солдатиков
- Ольга Берггольц – Майя
- Ольга Берггольц – Лучший город
- Ольга Берггольц – Ленинградская осень
- Ольга Берггольц – Ласточки над обрывом
- Ольга Берггольц – Кирову
- Ольга Берггольц – Какая тёмная зима
- Ольга Берггольц – Как на озёрном хуторе
- Ольга Берггольц – К сердцу Родины руку тянет
- Ольга Берггольц – Из “Писем с дороги”
- Ольга Берггольц – И вновь одна, совсем одна в дорогу
- Ольга Берггольц – Февральский дневник
- Ольга Берггольц – Два стихотворения дочерям
- Ольга Берггольц – Дорога на фронт
- Ольга Берггольц – Детскосельский парк
- Ольга Берггольц – Церковь “Дивная” в Угличе
- Ольга Берггольц – Борису Корнилову
- Ольга Берггольц – Беатриче (строгая любовь)
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
Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.