Whispering in Wattle -Boughs
by Adam Lindsay Gordon
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred
And rustled by the scented breath of Spring;
Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that are thronging!
Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering!
Oh, tell me, father mine, ere the good ship crossed the brine,
On the gangway one mute handgrip we exchanged,
Do you, past the grave, employ, for your stubborn reckless boy,
Those petitions that in life were ne’er estranged?
Oh, tell me, sister dear—parting word and parting tear
Never passed between us: let me bear the blame—
Are you living, girl, or dead? bitter tears since then I’ve shed
For the lips that lisped with mine a mother’s name.
Oh, tell me, ancient friend, ever ready to defend
In our boyhood, at the base of life’s long hill,
Are you waking yet or sleeping? Have you left this vale of weeping,
Or do you, like your comrade, linger still?
Oh, whisper, buried love, is there rest and peace above?—
There is little hope or comfort here below;
On your sweet face lies the mould, and your bed is strait and cold—
Near the harbour where the sea-tides ebb and flow.
All silent—they are dumb—and the breezes go and come
With an apathy that mocks at man’s distress;
Laugh, scoffer, while you may! I could bow me down and pray
For an answer that might stay my bitterness.
Oh, harshly screams the bird, and the wattle-bloom is stirred;
There’s a sullen weird-like whisper in the bough:
‘Aye, kneel and pray and weep, but HIS BELOVED SLEEP
CAN NEVER BE DISTURBED BY SUCH AS THOU!’

A few random poems:
- Astrophel and Stella: XXXIX by Sir Philip Sidney
- Наталья Хрущева – Бабушка рыцаря
- Reminiscence Of Mahomed Akram
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XIV. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Седакова – В незапамятных зимах
- Remembering Mountain Men by William Stafford
- At the Lake Pavilion by Wang Wei
- Владимир Маяковский – Повествование это о странствии эсера вокруг света (Красный перец)
- The Fairies Break Their Dances by A. E. Housman
- Song—Beware o’ Bonie Ann by Robert Burns
- On the Garden Wall by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet Ix
- The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser
- Khan Zadas Song On The Hillside
- The First Part: Sonnet 4 – Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains, by William Drummond
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
- No, Love Is Not Dead by Robert Desnos
- Lying Down by Robert Desnos
- Long Long Ago by Robert Desnos
- If You Only Knew by Robert Desnos
- Identity of Images by Robert Desnos
- Fairy Tale by Robert Desnos
- Zero by Robert Creeley
- Water Music by Robert Creeley
- The Way by Robert Creeley
- The Warning by Robert Creeley
- The Rain by Robert Creeley
- The Mirror by Robert Creeley
- The Innocence by Robert Creeley
- The Conspiracy by Robert Creeley
- The Carnival by Robert Creeley
- Song by Robert Creeley
- Something by Robert Creeley
- Other by Robert Creeley
- Myself by Robert Creeley
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.