by Alicja Kuberska
He awakened hope inside her, and she believed in a lucky lot.
Once again, she felt beautiful, desirable – the contemporary Queen of Sheba.
For her, the flowers bloomed in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,
Roses diffused their intoxicating perfume, and the nightingales sang at night.
The stars foretold happiness, the moon plated her dreams with silver.
In the mornings she would find a cup of coffee in the online chat,
And a magnificent bouquet of flowers with an attached love letter.
Magic carpets fell at her feet, and silks enveloped her.
He left without a word, melted into the ether like every mirage.
She awoke when he sent a bill for the time they spent together
Poland
Copyright ©:
Alicja Kuberska
A few random poems:
- Silences still voice by Rohini Bhatia Singj
- 600 Kilos of Muscle and Bone by Rose Mary Boehm
- The Memorial poem – Alexander Pushkin
- We know this much by Sappho
- Epigram on an Innkeeper (“The Marquis”) by Robert Burns
- On Female Inconstancy (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: My Wife’s A Winsome Wee Thing:
- Ольга Седакова – Все труды
- Xai Kou From Book Seeds Of Faith
- Yarrow Unvisited by William Wordsworth
- The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney poem – Alexander Pope
- Our March by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- The Wheel Routs by William Barnes
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- To Any Dead Officer by Siegfried Sassoon
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
- Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare
- The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare
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
