A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
Once more the windless days are here,
Quiet of autumn, when the year
Halts and looks backward and draws breath
Before it plunges into death.
Silver of mist and gossamers,
Through-shine of noonday’s glassy gold,
Pale blue of skies, where nothing stirs
Save one blanched leaf, weary and old,
That over and over slowly falls
From the mute elm-trees, hanging on air
Like tattered flags along the walls
Of chapels deep in sunlit prayer.
Once more … Within its flawless glass
To-day reflects that other day,
When, under the bracken, on the grass,
We who were lovers happily lay
And hardly spoke, or framed a thought
That was not one with the calm hills
And crystal sky. Ourselves were nought,
Our gusty passions, our burning wills
Dissolved in boundlessness, and we
Were almost bodiless, almost free.
The wind has shattered silver and gold.
Night after night of sparkling cold,
Orion lifts his tangled feet
From where the tossing branches beat
In a fine surf against the sky.
So the trance ended, and we grew
Restless, we knew not how or why;
And there were sudden gusts that blew
Our dreaming banners into storm;
We wore the uncertain crumbling form
Of a brown swirl of windy leaves,
A phantom shape that stirs and heaves
Shuddering from earth, to fall again
With a dry whisper of withered rain.
Last, from the dead and shrunken days
We conjured spring, lighting the blaze
Of burnished tulips in the dark;
And from black frost we struck a spark
Of blue delight and fragrance new,
A little world of flowers and dew.
Winter for us was over and done:
The drought of fluttering leaves had grown
Emerald shining in the sun,
As light as glass, as firm as stone.
Real once more: for we had passed
Through passion into thought again;
Shaped our desires and made that fast
Which was before a cloudy pain;
Moulded the dimness, fixed, defined
In a fair statue, strong and free,
Twin bodies flaming into mind,
Poised on the brink of ecstasy.
A few random poems:
- Зинаида Александрова – Карманный фонарик
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка лягушонка Джимми и ящерки Билли
- A Singer by William Allingham
- Safety-Clutch poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Worry by Mridula Makkuni
- Омар Хайям – Кто битым жизнью был, тот большего добьется
- Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
- Владимир Луговской – Та, которую я знал
- 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.
- John Bleäke At Hwome At Night by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Домой
- Red Slippers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Night-Piece by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- Orlando Furioso Canto 21 by Ludovico Ariosto
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
- Нина Воронель – Дождливый рассвет
- Нина Воронель – Дан приказ
- Нина Воронель – Чтоб спастись от проклятого невезенья
- Нина Воронель – Бывает, что вещи меня ненавидят
- Нина Воронель – Бабий стих
- Нина Воронель – Август
- Нина Воронель – Аэродром
- Нина Веселова – Жена
- Нина Стожкова – Подарки деда Мороза
- Нина Пикулева – Яна-Несмеяна
- Нина Пикулева – Ой, да чья ж это девчушка
- Нина Пикулева – Читайте, дети
- Нина Найденова – Наши игрушки
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Возвращение
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Тихо пальцы опускаю
- Нина Гаген-Торн – На свете есть много мук
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Колыма
- Нина Гаген-Торн – День мой в труде тяжелом
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Барак ночью
- Николай Заболоцкий – Змеи
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
Alcaeus of Mytilene ( c. 625/620 – c. 580 Before Christ) ] was a lyric poet from the Greek island of Lesbos who is credited with inventing the Alcaic stanza. He was included in the canonical list of nine lyric poets by the scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria.