A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
There never was a face as fair as yours,
A heart as true, a love as pure and keen.
These things endure, if anything endures.
But, in this jungle, what high heaven immures
Us in its silence, the supreme serene
Crowning the dagoba, what destined die
Rings on the table, what resistless dart
Strike me I love you; can you satisfy
The hunger of my heart!
Nay; not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden
The drug that heals my life; I know too well
How all things lawful, and all things forbidden
Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden,
Offer no key to unlock the gate of Hell.
There is no escape from the eternal round,
No hope in love, or victory, or art.
There is no plumb-line long enough to sound
The abysses of my heart!
There no dawn breaks; no sunlight penetrates
Its blackness; no moon shines, nor any star.
For its own horror of itself creates
Malignant fate from all benignant fates,
Of its own spite drives its own angel afar.
Nay; this is the great import of the curse
That the whole world is sick, and not a part.
Conterminous with its own universe
the horror of my heart!
ANANDA VIJJA.
A few random poems:
- Михаил Кузмин – Живется нам не плохо
- Владимир Маяковский – Трудовая взаимопомощь инвентарем (Агитплакаты)
- Иван Киуру – Кот и жук
- in praise of the moon by Raj Arumugam
- The Hospital On The Shore
- Кастрюль и сковородок музыкант
- Юрий Верховский – В майское утро
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Праздник на биваке
- 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.
- Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood
- Autumn Leaves by Thomas J Camp
- Владимир Маяковский – Вопль кустаря
- Lunar Eclipse by Satish Verma
- The Woods At Night by May Swenson
- Oh You Are Coming by Sara Teasdale
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
- In a Spring Grove by William Allingham
- Half-waking by William Allingham
- Down on the Shore by William Allingham
- Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham
- An Evening by William Allingham
- Amy Margaret’s Five Year Old by William Allingham
- After Sunset by William Allingham
- Aeolian Harp by William Allingham
- Adieu to Belshanny by William Allingham
- Abbey Assaroe by William Allingham
- A Singer by William Allingham
- A Seed by William Allingham
- A Memory by William Allingham
- A Gravestone by William Allingham
- A Dream by William Allingham
- A Day-Dream’s Reflection by William Allingham
- Zunsheen In The Winter by William Barnes
- Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
- Zummer Evenèn Dance by William Barnes
- A Zong by William Barnes
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
