A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
Syed Amir is dead, and his numerous foes
Are hushed in a breathless awe of amazed relief.
The hearts of his friends are cold as the Tirah snows,
And I am blind and deaf in the Grip of my Grief. —
My Soul has borrowed a portion of Pain from Hell”
Oh, Syed Amir, my brother and Friend, Farewell!
His women weep, but a woman’s tears flow lightly.
A bauble or two, or a child, can soon console.
But I, who am stranger to tears, lie sleepless, nightly,
Feeling the Fangs of-Grief in my desolate soul.
I maddened myself with Churus, it could not cure me-
Ransacked the Bazar, to beg at the hands of lust
An hour’s respite, but how was sin to allure me,
Who know the beauty of Syed Amir is dust?
A little while I wander in Tribulation,
In a Feud or two, or a few light loves take part,
But Death will come, and this is my Consolation,
Men live not long with a stricken and wounded heart’
What further challenge from Fate can I hope or fear,
Who mourn the ruined glory of Syed Amir?
All gifts were Syed Amir’s; an Arrestive Beauty
That caught men’s breath when he passed, Serene and Royal,
A clear and delicate Mind, where Honour and Duty,
Sentried the gate, that nothing might pass disloyal,
And these are taken from Khorassan for ever,
Their light is quenched in the land where he used to dwell,
But I, who loved him, cease from loving him never;
Oh, Syed Amir, my brother and Friend, Farewell!
A few random poems:
- Владимир Набоков – Будь со мной прозрачнее и проще
- For To Admire by Rudyard Kipling
- On Recollection by Phillis Wheatley
- Love Flower
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не бывает кораблей без названия
- A Dog After Love by Yehuda Amichai
- Николай Заболоцкий – Царица мух
- Summer Enclosed In A Semi-Dark Cup by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Someone Ate The Baby by Shel Silverstein
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- The Passing Of The Century poem – Alfred Austin
- A Truthful Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Нина Воронель – Мудрая стерва природа
- Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
- Yes Dear by Mary Etta Metcalf
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- Loneliness is a prison by Vladimir Marku
- Little angel by Vladimir Marku
- Let Him In by Vishnu J Mohan
- I Will by Vishü Rita Krocha
- I turn my head by Vladimir Marku
- Her smile by Vladimir Marku
- Happiness by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Friends by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Forget-me-nots by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Evening balcony by Vladimir Marku
- Eve of spring by Vladimir Marku
- Eavesdropping myself by Vladimir Marku
- Desperation by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Demon by Vladimir Marku
- Breather by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Aquarium epoch by Vladimir Marku
- After Midnight by Walid Saba
- Adieu…, adieu…. by Vladimir Marku
- Who’s Who by W H Auden
- We’re Late by W H Auden
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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.