I came, I saw, and was undone;
Lightning did through my bones and marrow run;
A pointed pain pierc’d deep my heart;
A swift cold trembling seiz’d on every part;
My head turn’d round, nor could it bear
The poison that was enter’d there.
So a destroying angel’s breath
Blows-in the plague, and with it hasty death;
Such was the pain, did so begin,
To the poor wretch, when Legion enter’d in.
“Forgive me, God!” I cry’d; for I
Flatter’d myself I was to die.
But quickly to my cost I found,
‘T was cruel Love, not Death, had made the wound;
Death a more generous rage does use;
Quarter to all he conquers does refuse:
Whilst Love with barbarous mercy saves
The vanquish’d lives, to make them slaves.
I am thy slave then; let me know,
Hard master! the great task I have to do:
Who pride and scorn do undergo.
In tempests and rough seas thy galleys row;
They pant, and groan, and sigh; but find
Their sighs increase the angry wind.
Like an Egyptian tyrant, some
Thou weariest out in building but a tomb;
Others, with sad and tedious art,
Labour i’ th’ quarries of a stony heart:
Of all the works thou dost assign
To all the several slaves of thine,
Employ me, mighty Love! to dig the mine.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e:
- The Judge by Rabindranath Tagore
- Карл Сэндберг – Анекдот о цикуте для двух афинян
- 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.
- The Waist of Time by The Waist of Time
- English Poetry. Richard Hovey. The Old Pine. Ричард Хави.
- Expostulation and Reply by William Wordsworth
- Николай Заболоцкий – Обводной канал
- Stand-To: Good Friday Morning by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Last Man by Thomas Campbell
- Olney Hymn 33: Seeking The Beloved by William Cowper
- Yonder pomp of costly fashion (Song) by Robert Burns
- Olive Branch by Satish Verma
- Come up from the Fields, Father. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Берггольц – Полуночная
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
- a_choka_is_a_littoral_drift.html
- the_solitary_oak_on_mount_kremlin_bicetre.html
- the_prison_of_the_past.html
- The Dead Woman by Pablo Neruda, La Muerta
- pathos_is_the_skyward_tanka.html
- nominalism_is_a_liquid_kuhi.html
- eclipse_of_love.html
- divided_passion.html
- death039s_claim.html
- dear_bhikkhu_a_eulogy.html
- as_with_a_senryu_s_hardening_ridge.html
- A Gogyohka and the Forgotten Panopticon
- a_faded_postcard_is_a_tanka_daydream.html
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- Exodus by Michael Nikoletseas
- Saint George the Dragon by Michael Nikoletseas
- heal_me_slowly.html
- gazebo.html
- all-days-seem-same.html
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
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.