After the Hazara War
I lie alone beneath the Almond blossoms,
Where we two lay together in the spring,
And now, as then, the mountain snows are melting,
This year, as last, the water-courses sing.
That was another spring, and other flowers,
Hung, pink and fragile, on the leafless tree,
The land rejoiced in other running water,
And I rejoiced, because you were with me.
You, with your soft eyes, darkly lashed and shaded,
Your red lips like a living, laughing rose,
Your restless, amber limbs so lithe and slender
Now lost to me. Gone whither no man knows.
You lay beside me singing in the sunshine;
The rough, white fur, unloosened at the neck,
Showed the smooth skin, fair as the Almond blossoms,
On which the sun could find no flaw or fleck.
I lie alone, beneath the Almond flowers,
I hated them to touch you as they fell.
And now, who killed you? worse, Ah, worse, who loves you?
(My soul is burning as men burn in Hell.)
How I have sought you in the crowded cities!
I have been mad, they say, for many days.
I know not how I came here, to the valley,
What fate has led me, through what doubtful ways.
Somewhere I see my sword has done good service,
Some one I killed, who, smiling, used your name,
But in what country? Nay, I have forgotten,
All thought is shrivelled in my heart’s hot flame.
Where are you now, Delight, and where your beauty,
Your subtle curls, and laughing, changeful face?
Bound, bruised and naked (dear God, grant me patience),
And sold in Cabul in the market-place.
I asked of you of all men. Who could tell me?
Among so many captured, sold, or slain,
What fate was yours? (Ah, dear God, grant me patience,
My heart is burnt, is burnt, with fire and pain.)
Oh, lost Delight! my heart is almost breaking,
My sword is broken and my feet are sore,
The people look at me and say in passing,
“He will not leave the village any more.”
For as the evening falls, the fever rises,
With frantic thoughts careering through the brain,
Wild thoughts of you. (Ah, dear God, grant me patience,
My soul is hurt beyond all men call pain.)
I lie alone, beneath the Almond blossoms,
And see the white snow melting on the hills
Till Khorassan is gay with water-courses,
Glad with the tinkling sound of running rills,
And well I know that when the fragile petals
Fall softly, ere the first green leaves appear,
(Ah, for these last few days, God, grant me patience,)
Since Delight is not, I shall not be, here!
A few random poems:
- In the Old Age of the Soul poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Вера Полозкова – И тут он приваливается к оградке
- Nature that Washed Her Hands in Milk by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Book Second [School-Time Continued] by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Звезды
- To Aziz Song Of Mahomed Akram
- Олег Бундур – Я сильнее
- dear owl, forlorn like King Lear by Raj Arumugam
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games – Canto 2 by William Somervile
- Николай Некрасов – Вступление к песням 1876-77 годов
- 1954 by Sharon Olds
- Олег Бундур – Сломанное дерево
- The Fool By The Roadside by William Butler Yeats
- I Didn’t Apologize to the Well by Mahmoud Darwish
- Наум Коржавин – Легкость
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
- CBSE Education: Teaching Creative Learning
- Trendy Madness In Fashion Meccas
- 8 Creative Tips for Clickable Video Ads
- How Do You Know when Someone is in Love with You?
- Meditation For Writing – Three Tips to Improve your Writing with Creative Meditation
- 11 Amazing Autistic Famous People
- Be Healthier, Live Longer By Being Creative!
- How To Publish Your Writing With Duotrope
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- Interior Design Institutes in Dehradun
- Unrequited Love – Why Can’t You Love Me Back?
- Transsexual Children Confused by Body Image
- Youths Can Raise Funds, Fight Drug Abuse Through Education
- Passion For Light
- Love and Burgers: Compatible or Incompatible Relationship?
- Sex – Hinduism Shows the Scientific Way!
- Book Review – The Elements of Style by Strunk and White
- Poetic Vision – Heaven’s Door
- Can Sri Lankan Women Be Creative? Review From A Third World Country!
- Yoga and Love – Part I
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.