A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
We who are lovers sit by the fire,
Cradled warm ‘twixt thought and will,
Sit and drowse like sleeping dogs
In the equipoise of all desire,
Sit and listen to the still
Small hiss and whisper of green logs
That burn away, that burn away
With the sound of a far-off falling stream
Of threaded water blown to steam,
Grey ghost in the mountain world of grey.
Vapours blue as distance rise
Between the hissing logs that show
A glimpse of rosy heat below;
And candles watch with tireless eyes
While we sit drowsing here. I know,
Dimly, that there exists a world,
That there is time perhaps, and space
Other and wider than this place,
Where at the fireside drowsily curled
We hear the whisper and watch the flame
Burn blinkless and inscrutable.
And then I know those other names
That through my brain from cell to cell
Echo–reverberated shout
Of waiters mournful along corridors:
But nobody carries the orders out,
And the names (dear friends, your name and yours)
Evoke no sign. But here I sit
On the wide hearth, and there are you:
That is enough and only true.
The world and the friends that lived in it
Are shadows: you alone remain
Real in this drowsing room,
Full of the whispers of distant rain
And candles staring into the gloom.
A few random poems:
- Listening to the moon by Yosa Buson
- Sonnet Xvi Who Shall Invoke Her
- Respect her by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- London, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Young mother by Sunil Sharma
- In Defense of Santa Claus
- Tumult by Nicole M Nugent
- To The Serpent
- From An Atlas Of The Difficult World
- The Owl poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше были писатели белоручки… (Роста №52)
- The Church An’ Happy Zunday by William Barnes
- Ольга Седакова – Ветер прощанья
- Владимир Маяковский – Весь провел советский план… (Главполитпросвет №41)
- Robert Burns: On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill:
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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Змеи
- Николай Заболоцкий – Жена
- Николай Заболоцкий – Зеленый луч
- Николай Заболоцкий – Засуха
- Николай Заболоцкий – Я трогал листы эвкалипта
- Николай Заболоцкий – Я не ищу гармонии в природе
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ходоки
- Николай Заболоцкий – Все, что было в душе
- Николай Заболоцкий – Воздушное путешествие
- Николай Заболоцкий – Вопросы к морю
- Николай Заболоцкий – Весна в лесу
- Николай Заболоцкий – Вечерний бар
- Николай Заболоцкий – Вчера, о смерти размышляя
- Николай Заболоцкий – В тайге
- Николай Заболоцкий – В этой роще березовой
- Николай Заболоцкий – Утренняя песня
- Николай Заболоцкий – Урал
- Николай Заболоцкий – Творцы дорог
- Николай Заболоцкий – Тбилисские ночи
- Николай Заболоцкий – Свадьба
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
Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.