A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916)
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned
Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
I too have been a suitor. Radiant eyes
Were my life’s warmth and sunshine, outspread arms
My gilded deep horizons. I rejoiced
In yielding to all amorous influence
And multiple impulsion of the flesh,
To feel within my being surge and sway
The force that all the stars acknowledge too.
Amid the nebulous humanity
Where I an atom crawled and cleaved and sundered,
I saw a million motions, but one law;
And from the city’s splendor to my eyes
The vapors passed and there was nought but Love,
A ferment turbulent, intensely fair,
Where Beauty beckoned and where Strength pursued.
II
There was a time when I thought much of Fame,
And laid the golden edifice to be
That in the clear light of eternity
Should fitly house the glory of my name.
But swifter than my fingers pushed their plan,
Over the fair foundation scarce begun,
While I with lovers dallied in the sun,
The ivy clambered and the rose-vine ran.
And now, too late to see my vision, rise,
In place of golden pinnacles and towers,
Only some sunny mounds of leaves and flowers,
Only beloved of birds and butterflies.
My friends were duped, my favorers deceived;
But sometimes, musing sorrowfully there,
That flowered wreck has seemed to me so fair
I scarce regret the temple unachieved.
III
For there were nights . . . my love to him whose brow
Has glistened with the spoils of nights like those,
Home turning as a conqueror turns home,
What time green dawn down every street uprears
Arches of triumph! He has drained as well
Joy’s perfumed bowl and cried as I have cried:
Be Fame their mistress whom Love passes by.
This only matters: from some flowery bed,
Laden with sweetness like a homing bee,
If one have known what bliss it is to come,
Bearing on hands and breast and laughing lips
The fragrance of his youth’s dear rose. To him
The hills have bared their treasure, the far clouds
Unveiled the vision that o’er summer seas
Drew on his thirsting arms. This last thing known,
He can court danger, laugh at perilous odds,
And, pillowed on a memory so sweet,
Unto oblivious eternity
Without regret yield his victorious soul,
The blessed pilgrim of a vow fulfilled.
IV
What is Success? Out of the endless ore
Of deep desire to coin the utmost gold
Of passionate memory; to have lived so well
That the fifth moon, when it swims up once more
Through orchard boughs where mating orioles build
And apple flowers unfold,
Find not of that dear need that all things tell
The heart unburdened nor the arms unfilled.
O Love, whereof my boyhood was the dream,
My youth the beautiful novitiate,
Life was so slight a thing and thou so great,
How could I make thee less than all-supreme!
In thy sweet transports not alone I thought
Mingled the twain that panted breast to breast.
The sun and stars throbbed with them; they were caught
Into the pulse of Nature and possessed
By the same light that consecrates it so.
Love! — ’tis the payment of the debt we owe
The beauty of the world, and whensoe’er
In silks and perfume and unloosened hair
The loveliness of lovers, face to face,
Lies folded in the adorable embrace,
Doubt not as of a perfect sacrifice
That soul partakes whose inspiration fills
The springtime and the depth of summer skies,
The rainbow and the clouds behind the hills,
That excellence in earth and air and sea
That makes things as they are the real divinity.
A few random poems:
- On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines by William Vaughn Moody
- Ambulances by Philip Larkin
- Георгий Иванов – Аспазия, всегда Аспазия
- Валерий Брюсов – К.Д. Бальмонту (Вечно вольный, вечно юный)
- Men Improve With The Years by William Butler Yeats
- Colors by Stephen Vincent Benet
- To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- Владимир Корнилов – Париж
- Владимир Луговской – Гуниб
- Love Is A Parallax by Sylvia Plath
- Addressed To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- NOCTURNAL EMBERS AND LOST LIPS by Steve Troyanovich
- In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Loneliness by Sappho
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
- Жан де Лафонтен – Голубь и Муравей
- Жан де Лафонтен – Фортуна и Дитя
- Жан де Лафонтен – Эзопово объяснение одного завещания
- Жан де Лафонтен – Две Козы
- Жан де Лафонтен – Два Мула
- Жан де Лафонтен – Дровосек и Меркурий
- Жан де Лафонтен – Дафнис и Алцимадура
- Жан де Лафонтен – Человек и его Изображение
- Жан де Лафонтен – Безумец и Мудрец
- Жан де Лафонтен – Астролог, упавший в колодец
- Жан де Лафонтен – Амур и Безумие
- Жан Расин – Решенье принято, час перемены пробил
- Жан Расин – Когда мы вышли из Трезенских врат
- Жан Расин – Гофолия
- Жан Расин – Британик
- Жан Расин – Андромаха
- Зинаида Александрова – Зимняя песенка
- Зинаида Александрова – Волчонок
- Зинаида Александрова – Ветер на речке
- Зинаида Александрова – Венок
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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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
Alan Seeger (1888-1916) was an American war poet who fought and died in World War I during the Battle of the Somme, serving in the French Foreign Legion. Seeger was the brother of Charles Seeger, a noted American pacifist and musicologist and the uncle of folk musician, Pete Seeger.