How I loved you in your sleep,
With the starlight on your hair!
The touch of your lips was sweet,
Aziza whom I adore,
As I lay at your slender feet,
And against their soft palms pressed,
I fitted my face to rest.
As winds blow over the sea
From Citron gardens ashore,
Came, through your scented hair,
The breeze of the night to me.
My lips grew arid and dry,
My nerves were tense,
Though your beauty soothe the eye
It maddens the sense.
Every curve of that beauty is known to me,
Every tint of that delicate roseleaf skin,
And these are printed on ever atom of me,
Burnt in on every fibre until I die.
And for this, my sin,
I doubt if ever, though dust I be,
The dust will lose the desire,
The torment and hidden fire,
Of my passionate love for you.
Aziza whom I adore,
My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue
And infinite ocean full of the azure sky.
In the light that waxed and waned
Playing about your slumber in silver bars,
As the palm trees swung their feathery fronds athwart the stars,
How quiet and young you were,
Pale as the Champa flowers, violet veined,
That, sweet and fading, lay in your loosened hair.
How sweet you were in your sleep,
With the starlight on your hair!
Your throat thrown backwards, bare,
And touched with circling moonbeams, silver white
On the couch’s sombre shade.
O Aziza my one delight,
When Youth’s passionate pulses fade,
And his golden heart beats slow,
When across the infinite sky
I see the roseate glow
Of my last, last sunset flare,
I shall send my thoughts to this night
And remember you as I die,
The one thing, among all the things of this earth, found fair.
How sweet you were in your sleep,
With the starlight, silver and sable, across your hair!
A few random poems:
- A Little Tooth by Thomas Lux
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath
- Федор Сологуб – Так нежен был внезапный поцелуй
- The Eagle poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- If It Is True What the Prophets Write by William Blake
- Epistle from Mr. Somerville, An by William Somervile
- A Girl Sang a Song poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- hai_kou.html
- Алексей Ржевский – Портрет
- Аля Кудряшева – Тяжело деревьям зимой
- Robert Burns: Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?:
- Rendezvous
- Владимир Высоцкий – За окном только вьюга, смотри
- The Lamp by Sara Teasdale
- Lovers since Eternity by Preeth Nambiar
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
- Swing Shift Blues
- Remembering An Account Executive
- Prison Song
- Portrait From The Infantry
- Plague Of Dead Sharks
- On Looking For Models
- On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860 64
- On Hurricane Jackson
- On Being A Householder
- On A Seven Day Diary
- Nomenclature
- Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
- Internal Migration On Being On Tour
- Internal Migration Being Tour
- How We Heard The Name
- Fabrication Of Ancestors
- Elegy
- Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
- Civil War East Coast United States North America 1860 64
- Against A Sickness To The Female Double Principle God
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.