On the wooden deck of the wooden Junk, silent, alone, we lie,
With silver foam about the bow, and a silver moon in the sky:
A glimmer of dimmer silver here, from the anklets round your feet,
Our lips may close on each other’s lips, but never our souls may meet.
For though in my arms you lie at rest, your name I have never heard,
To carry a thought between us two, we have not a single word.
And yet what matter we do not speak, when the ardent eyes have spoken,
The way of love is a sweeter way, when the silence is unbroken.
As a wayward Fancy, tired at times, of the cultured Damask Rose,
Drifts away to the tangled copse, where the wild Anemone grows;
So the ordered and licit love ashore, is hardly fresh and free
As this light love in the open wind and salt of the outer sea.
So sweet you are, with your tinted cheeks and your small caressive hands,
What if I carried you home with me, where our Golden Temple stands?
Yet, this were folly indeed; to bind, in fetters of permanence,
A passing dream whose enchantment charms because of its trancience.
Life is ever a slave to Time; we have but an hour to rest,
Her steam is up and her lighters leave, the vessel that takes me west;
And never again we two shall meet, as we chance to meet to-night,
On the Junk, whose painted eyes gaze forth, in desolate want of sight.
And what is love at its best, but this? Conceived by a passing glance,
Nursed and reared in a transient mood, on a drifting Sea of Chance.
For rudderless craft are all our loves, among the rocks and the shoals,
Well we may know one another’s speech, but never each other’s souls.
Give here your lips and kiss me again, we have but a moment more,
Before we set the sail to the mast, before we loosen the oar.
Good-bye to you, and my thanks to you, for the rest you let me share,
While this night drifted away to the Past, to join the Nights that Were.
A few random poems:
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 06 – part 02 by Torquato Tasso
- Владимир Маяковский – Подписи к рисункам в журнале “ВОБ”
- Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Если белогвардейщину не добьем совсем… (РОСТА №148)
- Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot
- Владимир Маяковский – Пилсудский
- An Appointment by William Butler Yeats
- Individuality
- Those seven days by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- On The Death Of The Bishop Of Ely. Anno Aet. 17. (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Death Of A Naturalist by Seamus Heaney
- The Wishing-Caps by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Sketch In Verse: Inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox.
- The Cross-Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот советской России враги. С каждым боритесь, пока не погиб (РОСТА № 179)
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: Pegasus At Wanlockhead:
- Robert Burns: Ode, Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald Of Auchencruive:
- Robert Burns: Robin Shure In Hairst:
- Robert Burns: Versicles On Sign-Posts :
- Robert Burns: The Henpecked Husband:
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Year 1788:
- Robert Burns: The Poet’s Progress : A Poem In Embryo
- Robert Burns: Written In Friars Carse Hermitage: On Nithside
- Robert Burns: The Parting Kiss:
- Robert Burns: My Bonie Mary:
- Robert Burns: Auld Lang Syne:
- Robert Burns: It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonie Face:
- Robert Burns: I Reign In Jeanie’s Bosom:
- Robert Burns: The Fall Of The Leaf:
- Robert Burns: A Mother’s Lament For the Death of Her Son.:
- Robert Burns: O, Were I On Parnassus Hill:
- Robert Burns: The Day Returns:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry: Requesting a Favour
- Robert Burns: The Fete Champetre:
- Robert Burns: Anna, Thy Charms:
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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.