A poem by Alan Dugan
by Al Mutanabbi
A young soul in my ageing body plays, Though time’s sharp blades my weary visage raze.
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Hard biter in a toothless mouth is she, The will may wane, but she a winner stays.
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Spare me to win glory’s forbidden prize, Glory in hardship, sloth in comfort lies.
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Em’nence is not with cheap comfort bought, Hear the honey gath’rers bee-stung cries
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No indolent dreaming dawdler am I, Nor am content, while riches I descry.
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Life’s heaving tides of woe shall spare me not, Unless I, its unblocked courses defy
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Softly do town girls their faces adorn, But Bedu are from garish colours shorn.
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Town beauty is with pampered softness sought, The Bedu are with unsought beauty born.
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Grave harm have lovers to themselves done, Loving, ere understanding life begun.
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They, with with’ered and wasted souls, After vile, though pretty-faced creatures run.
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Beauti’ful women, as experienced men know, Are but darkness wrapped in dazzling light aglow.
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A life of friv’lous youth and worried age, Its futile course to futile death will flow
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When my hands from brimming cups weakly shook, I awoke, ere sense my wined mind forsook.
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Shunning choice wines, as rich as purest gold, I, of spring showers silv’ry draught partook.
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Secrets I keep no companion can discern, Nor to it can wine its potent way burn.
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Soft women I have for an hour, and then, Deserts I roam, never more to return.
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Courage to reason second place must take, For valour should not balanced judgment shake.
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But if both in a hard soul united are, Then Glory’s realms their own demesne shall make.
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Defiantly live, or in honour die, Midst slashing blades and banners flapping high
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Rage is best dispatched by lances’ points, and Spearing spiteful chests shall their spite deny.
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Face with cool, carefree calm life’s caretorn climes, As long as your soul with its body chimes.
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Your joys of yore have passed beyond recall, And sadness can summon not bygone times.
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A charger’s saddle is an exalted throne, The best companions are books alone.
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Without hardship everyone would prevail, The generous are poor, and courage kills its own.
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One’s ill-conduct brooding mistrust will breed, For dark thoughts on darker suspicions feed.
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Sland’ring friends with what foes have slandered one, Thus in black nights of doubt one’s life will lead.
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Fie’ry rashness may as valour be seen, And nervous anger may cowardice mean.
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Arms are carried by people everywhere, But not all claws are lion’s, nor as keen.
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Cowards see vapid impotence as sense, Such is treacherous villainy’s defense.
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Each of valour’s divers forms enriches, But valiant wisdom is of worth immense.
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Our dead we mourn, though we very well know, That but Vanity they leave ere they go.
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Reflection upon life’s hard course shall teach, ‘Tis one to die as be slain by a foe.
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Shoreless you would be of you were a sea. If rain, earth unable to contain ye.
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Country and people of you I could warn, Of that which only Noah could foresee.
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Misfortune’s arrows do upon me rain, Countless arrowheads does my heart sustain.
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As more shafts at my studded heart fly, Steel upon Steel shatters the hardy twain.
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At times in Bedu tents a home I find, Often, home is atop the camel’s hind,
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My body a target for the brigand’s lance, To scorching heat my aching face unbind.
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Though a noble lady and highly born, ‘Tis your unfeminine wisdom we mourn.
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True spirit is from softer self distilled, As potent wine from sweeter grapes is drawn.
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A few random poems:
- Владимир Вишневский – Вернувшись от дверей, присела
- Нина Воронель – Бывает, что вещи меня ненавидят
- Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time] by William Wordsworth
- Long-Legged Fly by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: O, Were I On Parnassus Hill:
- The Hwomestead A-Vell Into Hand by William Barnes
- The Giver by Sara Teasdale
- Curse of Righteousness by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Василий Тредиаковский – К почтению, льзя объявить любовь
- Homing by Satish Verma
- Illusions by Mark R Slaughter
- The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Desertion by Rupert Brooke
- Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. poem – John Keats poems
- Fault 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
- Robert Burns: Written By Somebody On The Window Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.: Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.
- Robert Burns: To Miss Ferrier: Enclosing the Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair.
- Robert Burns: Impromptu On Carron Iron Works:
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair:
- Robert Burns: On The Death Of John M’Leod, Esq,: Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author’s.
- Robert Burns: Epigram To Miss Jean Scott:
- Robert Burns: The Bard At Inverary:
- Robert Burns: Elegy On “Stella”: The following poem is the work of some hapless son of the Muses who deserved a better fate. There is a great deal of “The voice of Cona” in his solitary, mournful notes; and had the sentiments been clothed in Shenstone’s language, they would have been no discredit even to that elegant poet.-R.B.
- Robert Burns: Burlesque Lament For The Absence Of William Creech, Publisher:
- Robert Burns: Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church: Who was looking up the text during sermon.
- Robert Burns: Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee: With an Impression of the Author’s Portrait.
- Robert Burns: Hey, Ca’ Thro’ – Boat song:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. William Michie: Schoolmaster of Cleish Parish, Fifeshire.
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For William Nicol, Of The High School, Edinburgh:
- Robert Burns: Lines Written Under The Picture Of The Celebrated Miss Burns:
- Robert Burns: A Bottle And Friend:
- Robert Burns: On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams:
- Robert Burns: The Book-Worms:
- Robert Burns: Epigram Addressed To An Artist:
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Roslin Inn:
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Alan Dugan (1923 – 2003) an American poet, a contemporary classic of American poetry.