At Kotri, by the river, when the evening’s sun is low,
The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow,
The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea;
At Kotri, by the river, she used to wait for me.
So young, she was, and slender, so pale with wistful eyes
As luminous and tender as Kotri’s twilight skies.
Her face broke into flowers, red flowers at the mouth,
Her voice,–she sang for hours like bulbuls in the south.
We sat beside the water through burning summer days,
And many things I taught her of Life and all its ways
Of Love, man’s loveliest duty, of Passion’s reckless pain,
Of Youth, whose transient beauty comes once, but not again.
She lay and laughed and listened beside the water’s edge.
The glancing rirer glistened and glinted through the sedge.
Green parrots flew above her and, as the daylight died,
Her young arms drew her lover more closely to her side.
Oh days so warm and golden! oh nights so cool and still!
When Love would not be holden, and Pleasure had his will.
Days, when in after leisure, content to rest we lay,
Nights, when her lips’ soft pressure drained all my life away.
And while we sat together, beneath the Babul trees,
The fragrant, sultry weather cooled by the river breeze,
If passion faltered ever, and left the senses free,
We heard the tireless river decending to the sea.
I know not where she wandered, or went in after days,
Or if her youth she squandered in Love’s more doubtful ways.
Perhaps, beside the river, she died, still young and fair;
Perchance the grasses quiver above her slumber there.
At Kotri, by the river, maybe I too shall sleep
The sleep that lasts for ever, too deep for dreams; too deep.
Maybe among the shingle and sand of floods to be
Her dust and mine may mingle and float away to sea.
Ah Kotri, by the river, when evening’s sun is low,
Your faint reflections quiver, your golden ripples glow.
You knew, oh Kotri river, that love which could not last.
For me your palms still shiver with passions of the past.
A few random poems:
- Song Unsung by Rabindranath Tagore
- Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh by Shel Silverstein
- Appeal by Ndue Ukaj
- Ольга Ермолаева – На каблуках-то и то к голове удалой
- Last Wish by Théophile Gautier
- Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Why, Why Tell The Lover: Fragment,
- Invocation by Siegfried Sassoon
- Everything ends by Tanisha Avarsekar
- The Love! by Praveen Parasar
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Жан де Лафонтен – Осел со священной ношей
- The Portrait by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Некрасов – Встреча душ
- The Usurpation
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
- Иннокентий Анненский – Любовь к прошлому
- Иннокентий Анненский – Листы
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Явление божества
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Пускай избитый зверь, влачася на цепочке
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Огненная жертва
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Негибнущий аромат
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Над синим мраком ночи длинной
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Из стихотворения «Призраки»
- Иннокентий Анненский – Лаодамия (лирическая трагедия в 4 действиях с музыкальными антрактами)
- Иннокентий Анненский – Из участковых монологов
- Иннокентий Анненский – Из окна
- Иннокентий Анненский – Идеал
- Иннокентий Анненский – Гораций
- Иннокентий Анненский – Гармония
- Иннокентий Анненский – Франсис Жамм. Когда для всех меня не станет меж живыми
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Вакханки (перевод)
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Троянки (перевод)
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Орест (перевод)
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Киклоп драма сатиров (перевод)
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Ион (перевод)
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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.