Thora’s Song (‘Ashtaroth’)
by Adam Lindsay Gordon
We severed in Autumn early,
Ere the earth was torn by the plough;
The wheat and the oats and the barley
Are ripe for the harvest now.
We sunder’d one misty morning
Ere the hills were dimm’d by the rain;
Through the flowers those hills adorning —
Thou comest not back again.
My heart is heavy and weary
With the weight of a weary soul;
The mid-day glare grows dreary,
And dreary the midnight scroll.
The corn-stalks sigh for the sickle,
‘Neath the load of their golden grain;
I sigh for a mate more fickle —
Thou comest not back again.
The warm sun riseth and setteth,
The night bringeth moistening dew,
But the soul that longeth forgetteth
The warmth and the moisture too.
In the hot sun rising and setting
There is naught save feverish pain;
There are tears in the night-dews wetting —
Thou comest not back again.
Thy voice in my ear still mingles
With the voices of whisp’ring trees,
Thy kiss on my cheek still tingles
At each kiss of the summer breeze.
While dreams of the past are thronging
For substance of shades in vain,
I am waiting, watching and longing —
Thou comest not back again.
Waiting and watching ever,
Longing and lingering yet;
Leaves rustle and corn-stalks quiver,
Winds murmur and waters fret.
No answer they bring, no greeting,
No speech, save that sad refrain,
Nor voice, save an echo repeating —
He cometh not back again.
A few random poems:
- John Keats – John Keats Poems
- I Saw a Chapel by William Blake
- At Sea by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: For A’ That:
- Владимир Маяковский – Советский Союз, намотай на ус – кто Юз
- A Cliff Dwelling by Robert Frost
- Владимир Маяковский – Тексты “окон”, переработанные для сборника “Грозный смех”
- Polly Be-en Upzides Wi’ Tom by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Ольга Ермолаева – Я так же, как ты, от стыда опускаю ресницы
- Only Thee by Rabindranath Tagore
- At the Top of My voice by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Robert Burns: The Winter It Is Past:
- Ольга Берггольц – Придешь, как приходят слепые
- To Be of Use by Marge Piercy
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
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Бедняк
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Бахчисарай
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ель и берёза
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Е. А. Карлгоф
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Две прелестницы
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Два клада
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Довольно
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Дом в цветах
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Добрый совет
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Дева за клавесином
- Владимир Бенедиктов – День и две ночи
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Dahin
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чёрный цвет
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чувство
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что ж делать
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что шумишь
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чесменские трофеи
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Кудри
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Коса
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
Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833 – 1870) was an Australian or British-Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He is considered to be one of the first national Australian poets.