A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
There is something so beseeching in the attitude of sleep,
A pathetic resignation, most appealing to the heart. .
There must surely be some secret that the eyes in slumber keep,
Which the lips, on their awakening, could not, if they would, impart.
See yon Slave from Sus, recumbent, with his ebon arms outspread
On the marigolds he crushes to a sheet of golden flowers,
How the mystery of dreaming lends a halo to his head,
And exalts him to a level never reached in waking hours.
In the form that lies impassive, while the sea-wind comes and goes
And uplifts his rags in pity, on its cool refreshing breath
There is something so prophetic of the Last and Great Repose:
Sleep has borrowed, in its quietude, the Dignity of Death.
Though his parted lips are wordless, though he breathes no uttered prayer
Yet his silence seems imploring “Let me deem the noonday night,
For my dreams are velvet-breasted, and they shelter me from care,
I entreat thee not to wake me to the sorrows of the light.”
Ah, sleep on, in peace, my brother, to awaken when thou wi1t,
From the dreams that treat thee kindly, and the rest that sets thee free.
With the wild fig for thy canopy, the marigolds thy quilt,
And, to serve thee for a lullaby, the thunder of the Sea’
A few random poems:
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
- My Father’s Hats by Mark Irwin
- Ок Мельникова – Обет молчания
- With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn
- Bombardment by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Visit by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Bantams In Pine-Woods by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Маяковский – Не увлекайтесь нами
- Владимир Корнилов – Молодая поэзия
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- XV: Some Verses: Ciprian’s Smyling by William Alexander
- A Short View Of: The State Of Man by William Alexander
- The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman “Round-Robin” poem – Alfred Austin
- Lines Inscribed in a Lady’s Pocket Almanack by Robert Burns
- Progress by Michael McGovern
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
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ночной пилигрим
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ночная песня
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Не называй далекой бездной
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Не касайся моих чертежей
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Нарядно выстлав дол, взбегая на холмы
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – На улице
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – На поле Ватерло
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – На берегу
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Море и капля
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Молкнущий вечер во мгле
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Молись в ночи без плача о заре
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Мой сад
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Метель
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Элегия (Мысль в разлуке с вещим сном)
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Цветок
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Чудом тени
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Черное озеро
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Чем больше в мире я живу
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Час обыкновенный
- Юрий Кузнецов – Простота милосердия
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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.