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:
- twinkletoes.html
- Gloucester Moods by William Vaughn Moody
- At Galway Races by William Butler Yeats
- Easter Morning poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Late September poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A god in wrath by Stephen Crane
- She’s My Ever Lovin’ Machine by Shel Silverstein
- Юлия Друнина – Есть время любить
- Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles poem – John Keats poems
- Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem For Melanie) by Stevens Cadet
- In spring and summer winds may blow by Walter Savage Landor
- Hortus poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Breather by Vishü Rita Krocha
- gem_immortality.html
- Sleep and Death by William Wycherley
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 Бенедиктов – Когда вдали от суеты всемирной
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Когда бы
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Казалось
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Калиф и раб
- Владимир Бенедиктов – К женщине
- Владимир Бенедиктов – К точкам
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ореланна
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Она была добра
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Одно из двух
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Обвинение
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Обновление
- Владимир Бенедиктов – О, не играй веселых песен мне
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ну вот – всё ладится, идет всё понемногу
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ночью
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ночь близ Якац
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Недоверчивость
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Недолго
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Не трать огня напрасных убеждений
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Не надо
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Напрасные жертвы
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.