A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
As o’er the vessel’s side she leant,
She saw the swimmer in the sea
With eager eyes on her intent,
“Come down, come down and swim with me.”
So weary was she of her lot,
Tired of the ship’s monotony,
She straightway all the world forgot
Save the young swimmer in the sea
So when the dusky, dying light
Left all the water dark and dim,
She softly, in the friendly night,
Slipped down the vessel’s side to him.
Intent and brilliant, brightly dark,
She saw his burning, eager eyes,
And many a phosphorescent spark
About his shoulders fall and rise.
As through the hushed and Eastern night
They swam together, hand in hand,
Or lay and laughed in sheer delight
Full length upon the level sand.
“Ah, soft, delusive, purple night
Whose darkness knew no vexing moon!
Ah, cruel, needless, dawning light
That trembled in the sky too soon!”
A few random poems:
- The Future Promise Letter by Stevens Cadet
- The Silver Moon by Sappho
- Омар Хайям – Нет ни рая, ни ада, о сердце моё
- The End by Sharon Olds
- different lovers by Raj Arumugam
- Ольга Берггольц – Сейчас тебе всё кажется тобой
- On One Ignorant And Arrogant (Translated From Owen) by William Cowper
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Мой сад
- To Arms! (II) poem – Alfred Austin
- Анатолий Жигулин – Марта, Марта! Весеннее имя
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Henry Purcell poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- In Spring, Santa Barbara by Sara Teasdale
- The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: La Soupe du soir by T. Wignesan
- Evening wind by Yosa Buson
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
- Алексей Жемчужников – Верста на старой дороге
- Алексей Жемчужников – В Европе
- Алексей Жемчужников – Уже давно иду я, утомленный
- Алексей Жемчужников – Умные политики
- Алексей Жемчужников – Ты прав
- Алексей Жемчужников – Так прочен в сердце и в мозгу
- Алексей Жемчужников – Столковались
- Алексей Жемчужников – Старик
- Алексей Жемчужников – Современному гражданину
- Алексей Жемчужников – Сословные речи
- Алексей Жемчужников – Сняла с меня судьба
- Алексей Жемчужников – Сказка о живых мертвецах
- Алексей Жемчужников – Себе
- Алексей Жемчужников – Раскаяние
- Алексей Жемчужников – Радостные куплеты
- Алексей Жемчужников – Привет весны
- Алексей Жемчужников – Примирение
- Алексей Жемчужников – Причина разногласия
- Алексей Жемчужников – Прелюдия к прощальным песням
- Алексей Жемчужников – Полевые цветы
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
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.