I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,
And counting every moment till we meet.
I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen
Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.
Till I see you, tall and slender, standing clear against the skyline
A graceful shade across the lingering red,
While your hair the breezes ruffle, turns to silver in the twilight,
And makes a fair faint aureole round your head.
Far away towards the sunset I can see a narrow river,
That unwinds itself in red tranquillity;
I can hear its rippled meeting, and the gurgle of its greeting,
As it mingles with the loved and long sought sea.
In the purple sky above me showing dark against the starlight,
Long wavering flights of homeward birds fly low,
They cry each one to the other, and their weird and wistful calling,
Makes most melancholy music as they go.
Oh, my dearest hasten, hasten! It is lonely here. Already
Have I heard the jackals’ first assembling cry,
And among the purple shadows of the mangroves and the marshes
Fitful echoes of their footfalls passing by.
Ah, come soon! my arms are empty, and so weary for your beauty,
I am thirsty for the music of your voice.
Come to make the marshes joyous with the sweetness of your presence,
Let your nearing feet bid all the sands rejoice!
My hands, my lips are feverish with the longing and the waiting
And no softness of the twilight soothes their heat,
Till I see your radiant eyes, shining stars beneath the starlight,
Till I kiss the slender coolness of your feet.
Ah, loveliest, most reluctant, when you lay yourself beside me
All the planets reel around me–fade away,
And the sands grow dim, uncertain,–I stretch out my hands towards you
While I try to speak but know not what I say!
I am faint with love and longing, and my burning eyes are gazing
Where the furtive Jackals wage their famished strife,
Oh, your shadow on the mangroves! and your step upon the sandhills,–
This is the loveliest evening of my Life!
A few random poems:
- Как тамада я выступаю в роли теоретика
- Владимир Маяковский – Военно-морская любовь
- Decalogue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Dream by W H Auden
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 13 из 15
- A Petition poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sweet Music In The Wind by William Barnes
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- intertwined by rachel wright
- Валерий Брюсов – К.Д. Бальмонту (Как прежде, мы вдвоем, в ночном кафе. За входом)
- Granadilla poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алишер Навои – Цветком, что счастье нам несет
- The Empty Hills by Yvor Winters
- if_i_were_king.html
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 – Леля
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Л. Е. Ф.
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Слезы и звуки
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Скажите
- Владимир Бенедиктов – С могучей страстию в мучительной борьбе
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Роза и дева
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ревность
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ребенку
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Развалины
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Разлука
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Раздумье
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Распутие
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Радуга
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Пытки
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Прощание с саблею
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Прометей
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Привет старому 1858-му году
- Владимир Бенедиктов – При иллюминации
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Предостережение
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Праздник на биваке
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.