A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
Sad is the Evening: all the level sand
Lies left and lonely, while the restless sea,
Tired of the green caresses of the land,
Withdraws into its own infinity.
But still more sad this white and chilly Dawn
Filling the vacant spaces of the sky,
While little winds blow here and there forlorn
And all the stars, weary of shining, die.
And more than desolate, to wake, to rise,
Leaving the couch, where softly sleeping still,
What through the past night made my heaven, lies;
And looking out across the window sill
See, from the upper window’s vantage ground,
Mankind slip into harness once again,
And wearily resume his daily round
Of love and labour, toil and strife and pain.
How the sad thoughts slip back across the night:
The whole thing seems so aimless and so vain.
What use the raptures, passion and delight,
Burnt out; as though they could not wake again.
The worn-out nerves and weary brain repeat
The question: Whither all these passions tend;–
This curious thirst, so painful and so sweet,
So fierce, so very short-lived, to what end?
Even, if seeking for ourselves, the Race,
The only immortality we know,–
Even if from the flower of our embrace
Some spark should kindle, or some fruit should grow,
What were the use? the gain, to us or it,
That we should cause another You or Me,–
Another life, from our light passion lit,
To suffer like ourselves awhile and die.
What aim, what end indeed? Our being runs
In a closed circle. All we know or see
Tends to assure us that a thousand Suns,
Teeming perchance with life, have ceased to be.
Ah, the grey Dawn seems more than desolate,
And the past night of passion worse than waste,
Love but a useless flower, that soon or late,
Turns to a fruit with bitter aftertaste.
Youth, even Youth, seems futile and forlorn
While the new day grows slowly white above.
Pale and reproachful comes the chilly Dawn
After the fervour of a night of love.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- Владимир Маяковский – Два опиума
- Владимир Маяковский – Два не совсем обычных случая
- Владимир Маяковский – Два гренадера и один адмирал
- Владимир Маяковский – Два Берлина
- Владимир Маяковский – Дурацкий сон (РОСТА №234)
- Владимир Маяковский – Думай об армии (РОСТА №873)
- Владимир Маяковский – Дожмем! В России буржуазия побеждена… (РОСТА №841)
- Владимир Маяковский – Донецкий шахтер голодает… (РОСТА №619)
- Владимир Маяковский – Домой
- Владимир Маяковский – Дом Герцена
- Владимир Маяковский – Долой волокиту! Да здравствует революционная инициатива! (РОСТА № 493 )
- Владимир Маяковский – Долой мешечников (РОСТА №525)
- Владимир Маяковский – Долг Украине
- Владимир Маяковский – Добьем! (РОСТА №745)
- Владимир Маяковский – Для Донбасса формируется поезд с подарками (РОСТА №938)
- Владимир Маяковский – Для чего оттягивают паны мириться?.. (РОСТА №264)
- Владимир Маяковский – Детский театр из собственной квартирки
- Владимир Маяковский – Дешевая распродажа
- Владимир Маяковский – День в маевочку мою… (Главполитпросвет №151)
- Владимир Маяковский – Дело красноармейцев драться… (РОСТА №336)
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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.