A poem by Alcaeus of Mytilene (c. 625/620 – c. 580 BC)
Now here, now there, the wild waves sweep,
Whilst we, betwixt them o’er the deep,
In shatter’d tempest-beaten bark,
With laboring ropes are onward driven,
The billows dashing o’er our dark
Upheaved deck–in tatters riven
Our sails–whose yawning rents between
The raging sea and sky are seen.
. . . . .
Loose from their hold our anchors burst,
And then the third, the fatal wave
Comes rolling onward like the first,
And doubles all our toil to save.
A few random poems:
- Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Олег Бундур – Яблоко
- “Flight to the Moon” by Nina Gabriel
- Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies by Sylvia Plath
- Metaphysical View by Satish Verma
- Владимир Корнилов – Сорок лет спустя
- This Aloneness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Британишский – Фет в кирасирском полку
- On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt poem – John Keats poems
- The dawn by Sukumaran Devarajan
- let the calm of the evening by Raj Arumugam
- Омар Хайям – Дай мне влаги хмельной, укрепляющей дух
- Михаил Кузмин – В раскосый блеск зеркал забросив сети
- Venus and Adonis 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.
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
- When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman
- When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman
- When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman
- What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman
- What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman
- What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman
- What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
- We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman
- Visor’d. by Walt Whitman
- Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman
- Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman
- To You. by Walt Whitman
- To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman
- To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman
- To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman
- To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman
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The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Alcaeus of Mytilene ( c. 625/620 – c. 580 Before Christ) ] was a lyric poet from the Greek island of Lesbos who is credited with inventing the Alcaic stanza. He was included in the canonical list of nine lyric poets by the scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria.