Why above others was I so blessed
And honoured? to be chosen one
To hold you, sleeping, against my breast,
As now I may hold your only son.
Twelve months ago; that wonderful night!
You gave your life to me in a kiss;
Have I done well, for that past delight,
In return, to have given you this?
Look down at his face, your face, beloved,
His eyes are azure as yours are blue.
In every line of his form is proved
How well I loved you, and only you.
I felt the secret hope at my heart
Turned suddenly to the living joy,
And knew that your life and mine had part
As golden grains in a brass alloy.
And learning thus, that your child was mine,
Thrilled by the sense of its stirring life,
I held myself as a sacred shrine
Afar from pleasure, and pain, and strife,
That all unworthy I might not be
Of that you had deigned to cause to dwell
Hidden away in the heart of me,
As white pearls hide in a dusky shell.
Do you remember, when first you laid
Your lips on mine, that enchanted night?
My eyes were timid, my lips afraid,
You seemed so slender and strangely white.
I always tremble; the moments flew
Swiftly to dawn that took you away,
But this is a small and lovely you
Content to rest in my arms all day.
Oh, since you have sought me, Lord, for this,
And given your only child to me,
My life devoted to yours and his,
Whilst I am living, will always be.
And after death, through the long To Be,
(Which, I think, must surely keep love’s laws,)
I, should you chance to have need of me,
Am ever and always, only yours.
A few random poems:
- THE IRISH GUARDS by Rudyard Kipling
- The Fall of Jock Gillespie by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet CX by William Shakespeare
- Ballade Of Sleep poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Free Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- sea.html
- Time by Vladimir Marku
- Robert Burns: The Posie :
- Зинаида Александрова – Раз – два – три – четыре – пять
- Валерий Брюсов – После ночи бессонной
- Нина Стожкова – Подарки деда Мороза
- Davideis A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David Excerpt
- This Evening Also by Paul Celan
- Resolution And Independence by William Wordsworth
- The Wedding Night by Mukeshkumar Raval
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
- The Last Laugh poem – John Betjeman poems
- The Irish Unionist’s farewell to Greta Hellastrom in 1922 poem – John Betjeman poems
- The Hon. Sec. poem – John Betjeman poems
- The Cottage Hospital poem – John Betjeman poems
- Sun and Fun poem – John Betjeman poems
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- Slough poem – John Betjeman poems
- Senex poem – John Betjeman poems
- Seaside Golf poem – John Betjeman poems
- On a Portrait of a Deaf Man poem – John Betjeman poems
- Myfanwy poem – John Betjeman poems
- Mortality poem – John Betjeman poems
- Middlesex poem – John Betjeman poems
- Meditation on the A30 poem – John Betjeman poems
- Loneliness poem – John Betjeman poems
- Ireland With Emily poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Inexpensive Progress poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- In Westminster Abbey poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- How To Get On In Society poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Harrow-on-the-Hill poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
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.