In a leaden dawn
the horseman stands silent, and
the long mane of his horse is disheveled in the wind.
Oh God, God,
horsemen should not stand still
when things are imminent.
By the burnt hedge
the girl stands silent, and
her thin skirt moves in the wind.
Oh God, God,
girls should not remain silent
when the men, hopeless and weary, grow old.
A few random poems:
- Diary of a Church Mouse poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever by Robert Burns
- Weathering poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
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- Sea Dreams poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Юрий Кузнецов – Простота милосердия
- Written After Leaving Her At New Burns by William Cowper
- Near Avalon by William Morris
- Black Pine Tree In An Orange Light by Sylvia Plath
- Idylls of the King: The Marriage of Geraint poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Song For A Summer’s Day by Sylvia Plath
- A Library Of Skulls by Thomas Lux
- Felo de Se poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
- Years of the Modern. by Walt Whitman
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
- Robert Burns: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.
- Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War:
- Robert Burns Country: In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer:
- Robert Burns: On My Ever Honoured Father:
- Robert Burns: On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill:
- Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton :
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton:
- Robert Burns: Remorse: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door:
- Robert Burns: Green Grow The Rashes: A Fragment
- Robert Burns: My Nanie, O:
- Robert Burns: Song Composed In August:
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- Robert Burns: Poor Mailie’s Elegy:
- Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale:
- Robert Burns: John Barleycorn: A Ballad :
- Robert Burns: My Father Was A Farmer:
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
