How will our unborn children scoff at us
In the good years to come,
The happier years to come,
Because, like driven sheep, we yielded thus,
Before the shearers dumb.
What are the words their wiser lips will say?
“These men had gained the light;
“These women knew the right;
“They had their chance, and let it slip away.
“They did not, when they might.
“They were the first to hear the gospel preached,
“And to believe therein;
“Yet they remained in sin.
“They saw the promised land they might have reached,
“And dared not enter in.
“They might have won their freedom, had they tried;
“No savage laws forbade;
“For them the way was made.
“They might have had the joys for which they cried
“And yet they shrank, afraid.
“Afraid to face-the martyr’s rack and flame?
“The traitor’s dungeon? Nay-
“Of what their world would say-
“The smile, the joke, the thinnest ghost of blame!
“Lord! Lord! What fools were they!”
And we-no longer actors of the stage
We cumber now-maybe
With other eyes shall see
This wasted chance, and with celestial rage
Cry “O what fools were we!”
A few random poems:
- “When I Have Borne In Memory” by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Седакова – То в теплом золоте, в широких переплетах
- Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry by Robert Burns
- Dedication by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Surf Song
- Out At Plough by William Barnes
- The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
- Candles by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet LXIX by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- As the poets have mournfully sung by W H Auden
- Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets by T. Wignesan
- Whose beer is that? A Poem about Beer.
- The Cat in the Kitchen by Robert Bly
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
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
- Федор Сологуб – Лепестками завялыми
- Федор Сологуб – Ландыши, ландыши, бедные цветы
- Федор Сологуб – Ландыш пленительный
- Федор Сологуб – Купол церкви, крест и небо
- Федор Сологуб – Кукушка кукует
- Федор Сологуб – Круг начертан, и Сивилла
- Федор Сологуб – Краем прибережной кручи
- Федор Сологуб – Короткая радость сгорела
- Федор Сологуб – Колёса по рельсам гудели
- Федор Сологуб – Кольцо и венок
- Федор Сологуб – Когда я в бурном море плавал
- Федор Сологуб – Ах, лягушки по дорожке
- Федор Сологуб – Астероид
- Федор Сологуб – Ариадна
- Sergei Esenin – Sergueï Essénine – Stars
- Эмиль Верхарн – Звонарь
- Эмиль Верхарн – Золото
- Эмиль Верхарн – Зимняя пора
- Эмиль Верхарн – Женщина в черном
- Эмиль Верхарн – Здравствуй, подруга
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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.