Lie still, Beloved, I also see the day
Shoot his white arrows through the trembling sky,
But what is dawn to us, who cast away
All sense of time that mars our ecstasy ?
The scented orange bushes check the breeze
Granting in tribute many waxen stars,
And aromatic Eucalyptus trees
Defy the sun with grey-green scimitars.
Since fate has given us this garden love,
And Time and Space, for once, have acquiesced,
Ah, take no heed of paling skies above
Let us deem night is with us yet, and rest.
Let us lie still and drift away in dreams.
Back to the jewelled kingdom of the night.
Whose golden stars with dimly radiant gleams
Lit up your loveliness for my delight.
Once we are risen all the cares of day
Will seize and bind us to their wanton will.
Why should we own that night has passed away ?
Oh, as you value love, lie still, lie still!
A few random poems:
- The French Revolution as it appeared to Enthusiasts by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson: A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from Almighty God.
- Николай Гумилев – Когда я был влюблен
- Verses Written At Bath, On Finding The Heel Of A Shoe by William Cowper
- Avenging and Bright by Thomas Moore
- Passion Of My Heart by Stevens Cadet
- Coromandel Fishers by Sarojini Naidu
- Jerusalem by Yehuda Amichai
- Константин Бальмонт – Народные поверья
- After A Journey by Thomas Hardy
- In The Event Of My Demise by Tupac Shakur
- Memory Of My Father by Patrick Kavanagh
- Владимир Британишский – Матери моей
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Скажите
- Annus Memorabilis : Written in Commemoration of His Majesty’s Happy Recovery by William Cowper
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
- Westward on the High-Hilled Plains poem – A. E. Housman
- Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder poem – A. E. Housman
- Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town poem – A. E. Housman
- Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town poem – A. E. Housman
- Think No More, Lad poem – A. E. Housman
- Think No More, Lad poem – A. E. Housman
- There Pass the Careless People poem – A. E. Housman
- There Pass the Careless People poem – A. E. Housman
- The Winds Out of the West Land Blow poem – A. E. Housman
- The Winds Out of the West Land Blow poem – A. E. Housman
- The Welsh Marches poem – A. E. Housman
- The Welsh Marches poem – A. E. Housman
- The True Lover poem – A. E. Housman
- The Street Sounds to the Soldiers’ Tread poem – A. E. Housman
- The Stinging Nettle poem – A. E. Housman
- The Stinging Nettle poem – A. E. Housman
- The Recruit poem – A. E. Housman
- The Recruit poem – A. E. Housman
- The rainy Pleiads wester poem – A. E. Housman
- The rainy Pleiads wester poem – A. E. Housman
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
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.