There were Roses in the hedges, and Sunshine in the sky,
Red Lilies in the sedges, where the water rippled by,
A thousand Bulbuls singing, oh, how jubilant they were,
And a thousand flowers flinging their sweetness on the air.
But you, who sat beside me, had a shadow in your eyes,
Their sadness seemed to chide me, when I gave you scant replies;
You asked “Did I remember?” and “When had I ceased to care?”
In vain you fanned the ember, for the love flame was not there.
“And so, since you are tired of me, you ask me to forget,
What is the use of caring, now that you no longer care?
When Love is dead his Memory can only bring regret,
But how can I forget you with the flowers in your hair?”
What use the scented Roses, or the azure of the sky?
They are sweet when Love reposes, but then he had to die.
What could I do in leaving you, but ask you to forget,–
I suffered, too, in grieving you; I all but loved you yet.
But half love is a treason, that no lover can forgive,
I had loved you for a season, I had no more to give.
You saw my passion faltered, for I could but let you see,
And it was not I that altered, but Fate that altered me.
And so, since I am tired of love, I ask you to forget,
What is the use you caring, now that I no longer care?
When Love is dead, his Memory can only bring regret;
Forget me, oh, forget me, and my flower-scented hair!
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – О чем в наступающем думаем году мы
- The Fiddling Wood by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Cloris, it is not thy disdaine by Sidney Godolphin
- To the Lady Margaret Ley poem – John Milton poems
- Memory by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Тот, кто раньше с нею был
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare
- Низами Гянджеви – Я бросил молодость в пожар моей любви
- The Tale of the Tiger-Tree by Vachel Lindsay
- Nailing by Mike Yuan
- Владимир Высоцкий – Побег на рывок
- Southern Song by Margaret Walker
- Ballade Of The Dead Cities poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Sonnet 04
- Владимир Маяковский – Сплетник
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
- Epilogue poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Envoi poem – Ezra Pound poems
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Dance Figure poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Cino poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto XLIX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto XIII poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto I poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Cantico del Sole poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Before Sleep poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ballad of the Goodly Fere poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ballad for Gloom poem – Ezra Pound poems
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ancient Music poem – Ezra Pound poems
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Virginal poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Pact poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Girl by Ezra Pound
- John Milton As Author of Pornographic Verse: An Extempore Upon a Faggot
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.