You are all that is lovely and light,
Aziza whom I adore,
And, waking, after the night,
I am weary with dreams of you.
Every nerve in my heart is tense and sore
As I rise to another morning apart from you.
I dream of your luminous eyes,
Aziza whom I adore!
Of the ruffled silk of your hair,
I dream, and the dreams are lies.
But I love them, knowing no more
Will ever be mine of you
Aziza, my life’s despair.
I would burn for a thousand days,
Aziza whom I adore,
Be tortured, slain, in unheard of ways
If you pitied the pain I bore.
You pity! Your bright eyes, fastened on other things,
Are keener to sting my soul, than scorpion stings!
You are all that is lovely to me,
All that is light,
One white rose in a Desert of weariness.
I only live in the night,
The night, with its fair false dreams of you,
You and your loveliness.
Give me your love for a day,
A night, an hour:
If the wages of sin are Death
I am willing to pay.
What is my life but a breath
Of passion burning away?
Away for an unplucked flower.
O Aziza whom I adore,
Aziza my one delight,
Only one night, I will die before day,
And trouble your life no more.
A few random poems:
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- Repentance by Shailendra Chauhan
- The Egg-Shell by Rudyard Kipling
- The Dragon and The Unicorn by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st by William Shakespeare
- Upon The Hills Of Georgia poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Омар Хайям – Лучше пить и веселых красавиц ласкать
- Human Instrument by Victoria Bukofske
- Piety poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Седакова – Путешествие волхвов
- Obdurant men, the worst of the abstinant by Miles
- Анатолий Жигулин – Кордон Песчаный
- Ring Of Grass by Shel Silverstein
- Far Within Us #7 by Vasko Popa
- Николай Глазков – Что ни год, идёт вперёд
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
- Fancy poem – John Keats poems
- Epistle To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
- Endymion: Book IV poem – John Keats poems
- Endymion: Book III poem – John Keats poems
- Endymion: Book II poem – John Keats poems
- Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art poem – John Keats poems
- Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid of the Inn’ poem – John Keats poems
- Addressed To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) poem – John Keats poems
- When the Assault Was Intended to the City poem – John Milton poems
- Upon The Circumcision poem – John Milton poems
- To the Same poem – John Milton poems
- To The Nightingale poem – John Milton poems
- To the Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652 poem – John Milton poems
- To the Lady Margaret Ley poem – John Milton poems
- To Sr Henry Vane The Younger poem – John Milton poems
- To My Lord Fairfax poem – John Milton poems
- To Mr. Lawrence poem – John Milton poems
- To Mr. H. Lawes on His Airs poem – John Milton poems
- To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
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.