The snow falls soft and thick. My cedar bough
Sways up and down, and scratches on the glass.
The wind sighs in the chimney, as I sit,
With elbows on my knees, before the fire,
Resting a crumpled chin in hollow’d palms.
There is great trouble in the cold and dark;
And other girls shrink off and steal away,
To crouch in lonely rooms and look at fires,
And look at their dead joys and living griefs,-
But they are pitied. None would pity me.
Friends come to seek them, and lay tender hands
On their bow’d heads and sore and restless hearts.
They find the wound, and drop the healing oil;
They lift the burden off, or make it light.
But they would smile, unless they laugh’d, at mine.
O still, warm fire, you will not bubble up
In mocking flames,-your heart will soon be cold!
O wind-for you have seen the roses bloom,
And the shrunk petals fall and drift away-
You hear, and sob and sigh as you go past!
Is unrequited love so sad a thing?
Ay, ay,-but this is even sadder still;
To want to love, and not to have the power-
To meet your king at last with empty hands-
To be so young, and to have squander’d all!
Alas, alas! to know your wine is sour-
To have loved wrong, with love despoil’d of trust,
Dishonour’d love, that mix’d itself with hate,-
To see the pearl of price laid at your feet,
And know your wealth is gone for dross and lies!
Ay, ’tis the saddest thing to want to love,
To want to cling, when you have lost your strength-
To feel the ashes choking up the hearth,
And think how bright a fire there might have been,-
To know when you are loved, too late-too late!
A few random poems:
- Levitation
- Soulmating by Mike Yuan
- Five Ways To Kill A Man poem – Andre Breton poems
- Владимир Вишневский – В Мисхоре
- Юнна Мориц – На Трафальгарской площади ночной
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ткач
- Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
- Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
- Monologue At 3 AM by Sylvia Plath
- Weekend Glory by Maya Angelou
- Омар Хайям – Ну, допустим, что будет тебе и почет
- Loneliness by Sappho
- Futility by Wilfred Owen
- To A Cricket by Michael McGovern
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочие столицы, крестьяне окраины… (Роста №89)
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: Epitaph For James Smith:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
- Robert Burns: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough:
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Robert Burns: Farewell To Ballochmyle:
- Robert Burns: Young Peggy Blooms:
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
- Robert Burns: Masonic Song:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer:
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B.
- Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Robert Burns: Nature’s Law – A Poem: Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
- Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.:
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Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.