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:
- Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood: is expressed in the Rev. Dr. Babington’s very looks.
- Константин Ваншенкин – Ехал я в штабном автомобиле
- The Flight by Sara Teasdale
- Freedom poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Олег Бундур – Босиком
- On The Death Of Mr William Hervey
- Flower by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Огарев – Смутные мгновенья
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games – Canto 2 by William Somervile
- Олег Бундур – Поссорились
- At The Gate Of A Hospital by Shahida Latif
- Михаил Лермонтов – Баллада (В избушке позднею порою)
- The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief by Rudyard Kipling
- A Slight Change by Rixa White
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
- Федор Сологуб – Ландыши, ландыши, бедные цветы
- Федор Сологуб – Ландыш пленительный
- Федор Сологуб – Купол церкви, крест и небо
- Федор Сологуб – Кукушка кукует
- Федор Сологуб – Круг начертан, и Сивилла
- Федор Сологуб – Краем прибережной кручи
- Федор Сологуб – Короткая радость сгорела
- Федор Сологуб – Колёса по рельсам гудели
- Федор Сологуб – Кольцо и венок
- Федор Сологуб – Когда я в бурном море плавал
- Федор Сологуб – Ах, лягушки по дорожке
- Федор Сологуб – Астероид
- Федор Сологуб – Ариадна
- Sergei Esenin – Sergueï Essénine – Stars
- Эмиль Верхарн – Звонарь
- Эмиль Верхарн – Золото
- Эмиль Верхарн – Зимняя пора
- Эмиль Верхарн – Женщина в черном
- Эмиль Верхарн – Здравствуй, подруга
- Эмиль Верхарн – Завершение
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
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.