by Alicja Kuberska
Far in the North, where the dark-eyed Neva River
Spills its cold waters, and a June day has no end,
The city of my childhood sprang up on the marsh.
In a dream-like longing, I return to the granite boulevards,
I marvel at the white-and-green facades of the palaces,
And the golden domes of the churches,
Glistening against the cool sky.
I hear clatter of horses’ hooves, and see a bronze horseman,
Traversing each night the broad prospects, and vast plazas.
With one leap, overcoming the chasm under the drawbridge.
I pass by elegant, French-style houses and gardens.
The riches of the age of the tsars added to their brilliance, their proud beauty.
The old capital of the empire never surrendered, never knelt down.
I believe that I will return here once more,
When fate reveals a magnanimous face.
I shall see the Maple, planted with a childish hand, reach the clouds.
I shall timidly peer into the windows of the house on Toreza Street.
Poland
Copyright ©:
Alicja Kuberska
A few random poems:
- Юлия Жадовская – Ах, бабушкин сад
- Violets Beauty Passing
- The Self and the Mulberry by Marvin Bell
- A Child’s Grace by Robert Herrick
- Шекспир – Мои глаза в тебя не влюблены – Сонет 141
- Song—Blythe hae I been on yon hill by Robert Burns
- Poem by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- Sonnet 09 poem – John Milton poems
- Grief An’ Gladness by William Barnes
- Ольга Берггольц – Знаю, чем меня пленила
- Fine Apricot Lodge by Wang Wei
- Conquistador
- The dawn by Sukumaran Devarajan
- Closed Path by Rabindranath Tagore
- Composition by Peter Cooley
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: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
- Robert Burns: I Hae Been At Crookieden:
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)
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works