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:
- Tiny Warrior by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
- After Our Likeness
- Омар Хайям – О, если б, захватив с собой стихов диван
- My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic
- Her Eyes Are Wild by William Wordsworth
- CROSSING THE DEAF by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Переворот в Германии (Роста №42)
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
- Алишер Навои – Кто на стезе любви един
- Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman
- At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore
- Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head by William Shakespeare
- The Wanderings of Oisin: Book II by William Butler Yeats
- Cambridge in the Long poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Thought by Robert Louis Stevenson
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 Маяковский – Забудем солдатчину!.. (РОСТА №425)
- Владимир Маяковский – За женщиной
- Владимир Маяковский – За истекший декабрь добыча по Подмосковному… (РОСТА №896)
- Владимир Маяковский – За четыре года советской власти… (Главполитпросвет №248)
- Владимир Маяковский – За 10 месяцев 1920 года… (РОСТА №748)
- Владимир Маяковский – Юг завоевала победа… (РОСТА №568)
- Владимир Маяковский – Все на фронт добровольцами! Пока… (РОСТА)
- Владимир Маяковский – Все давайте советской республике, все получите от советской республики (РОСТА № 293)
- Владимир Маяковский – Все буржуи мчат на помощь Врангелю… (РОСТА №410)
- Владимир Маяковский – Врангеля мы добили… (РОСТА №621)
- Владимир Маяковский – Врангель (РОСТА №477)
- Владимир Маяковский – Врангель прет… (РОСТА №363)
- Владимир Маяковский – Врангель – фон… (РОСТА №472)
- Владимир Маяковский – Враги хлеба
- Владимир Маяковский – Вперед, комсомольцы
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот за то, что я пою… (Главполитпросвет №153)
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот советской России враги. С каждым боритесь, пока не погиб (РОСТА № 179)
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот по борьбе с голодом отчет (Главполитпросвет №320)
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот о помощи голодающим отчет (Главполитпросвет №367)
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот молочный налог… (Главполитпросвет №217)
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.