Unlyric Love Song
by A. S. J. Tessimond
It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:
To offer you now at last my least and my worst:
Minor, absurd preserves,
The shell’s end-curves,
A document kept at the back of a drawer,
A tin hidden under the floor,
Recalcitrant prides and hesitations:
To pile them carefully in a desparate oblation
And say to you “quickly! turn them
Once over and burn them”.
Now I (no communist, heaven knows!
Who have kept as my dearest right to close
My tenth door after I’ve opened nine to the world,
To unfold nine sepals holding one hard-furled)
Shall; or shall try to; offer to you
A communism of two …
See, entry’s yours;
Here, the last door!
A few random poems:
- The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Blown from the west by Yosa Buson
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот за то, что я пою… (Главполитпросвет №153)
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady by Phillis Wheatley
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
- Collecting Milkweed by Satish Verma
- Владимир Орлов – Дядя Миша на печи
- Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo by Robert Burns
- The Well Of Love by Walter William Safar
- On An Old Woman (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Константин Бальмонт – На мотив псалма XVIII-гo
- Алишер Навои – О, мне бы крылья
- Who does she think she is…. by Shel Silverstein
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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