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:
- Beginning my Studies. by Walt Whitman
- Somebody Has To by Shel Silverstein
- Drowning. Not Waving by P.J.Reed
- Robert Burns: Craigieburn Wood:
- The most noble bird, wife by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Home Sick
- Teasing by Pamela Griffiths
- The Simplon Pass by William Wordsworth
- Book Review: A Dictionary Of Indian English Litterateurs: 1794-2010
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Base Details by Siegfried Sassoon
- English Poetry. Francis Turner Palgrave. A Churchyard in Oxfordshire. Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев.
- Fire’s Reflection by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Seaside Golf poem – John Betjeman poems
- A Practical Young Woman poem – Irwin Russell “,
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
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочие столицы, крестьяне окраины… (Роста №89)
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочей России Красной рыцарь…
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабкор (Лбом пробив безграмотья горы)
- Владимир Маяковский – Пятый интернационал
- Владимир Маяковский – Пустяк у Оки
- Владимир Маяковский – Птичка божия
- Владимир Маяковский – Проверь, товарищ, правильность факта
- Владимир Маяковский – Протекция
- Владимир Маяковский – Прощанье
- Владимир Маяковский – Промедление – смерть (Главполитпросвет №339)
- Владимир Маяковский – Пролетарка, пролетарий, заходите в планетарий
- Владимир Маяковский – Профсоюзы – производства рычаг… (Главполитпросвет №10)
- Владимир Маяковский – Профплакаты
- Владимир Маяковский – Продналог оставил деревне много лишка… (Главполитпросвет №157)
- Владимир Маяковский – Проч руки от Китая
- Владимир Маяковский – Про Тита и Ваньку
- Владимир Маяковский – Про пешеходов и разинь, вонзивших глазки небу в синь
- Владимир Маяковский – Про гидру контрреволюции сегодня сказ (РОСТА № 79)
- Владимир Маяковский – Про это
- Владимир Маяковский – Привет, КИМ
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.