A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
I am getting on well with this anecdote,
When suddenly I recall
The many times I have told it of old,
And all the worked-up phrases, and the dying fall
Of voice, well timed in the crisis, the note
Of mock-heroic ingeniously struck–
The whole thing sticks in my throat,
And my face all tingles and pricks with shame
For myself and my hearers.
These are the social pleasures, my God!
But I finish the story triumphantly all the same.
A few random poems:
- Before Dawn poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Need by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
- My Garden by Sappho
- There is a Candle in your Heart by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
- To E.S. Salomon poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 by William Wordsworth
- To Sayf Al Dawla
- A Ballad of Our Lady (Ave Maria, gracia plena)
- Robert Burns: You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart:
- How To Achieve Self-Realization, The Mother of All Knowledge?
- Night-Piece by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Корнилов – В Македонии
- Низами Гянджеви – Влюбленных порицают все
- A Child’s Evening Prayer by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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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.