A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
I shall never forget you, never. Never escape
Your memory woven about the beautiful things of life.
The sudden Thought of your Face is like a Wound
When it comes unsought
On some scent of Jasmin, Lilies, or pale Tuberose.
Any one of the sweet white fragrant flowers,
Flowers I used to love and lay in your hair.
Sunset is terribly sad. I saw you stand
Tall against the red and the gold like a slender palm;
The light wind stirred your hair as you waved your hand,
Waved farewell, as ever, serene and calm,
To me, the passion-wearied and tost and torn,
Riding down the road in the gathering grey.
Since that day
The sunset red is empty, the gold forlorn.
Often across the Banqueting board at nights
Men linger about your name in careless praise
The name that cuts deep into my soul like a knife;
And the gay guest-faces and flowers and leaves and lights
Fade away from the failing sense in a haze,
And the music sways
Far away in unmeasured distance. . . .
I cannot forget–
I cannot escape. What are the Stars to me?
Stars that meant so much, too much, in my youth;
Stars that sparkled about your eyes,
Made a radiance round your hair,
What are they now?
Lingering lights of a Finished Feast,
Little lingering sparks rather,
Of a Light that is long gone out.
A few random poems:
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
- Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
- Владимир Костров – Сверстницам
- Владимир Корнилов – Соперник
- When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare
- София Парнок – И голос окликнул тебя среди ночи
- Николай Глазков – 9-е мая
- Ольга Высотская – Веселый поезд
- After Midnight by Walid Saba
- Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Седакова – Selva selvaggia
- What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy
- Erin, Oh Erin by Thomas Moore
- Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness by William Shakespeare
- To an Intra-mural Rat by Marianne Moore
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
- The Human Tragedy ACT IV poem – Alfred Austin
- The Human Tragedy ACT III poem – Alfred Austin
- The Human Tragedy ACT II poem – Alfred Austin
- The Human Tragedy ACT I poem – Alfred Austin
- The Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
- The Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
- The Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
- On Returning To England poem – Alfred Austin
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Nocturnal Vigils poem – Alfred Austin
- Nature And the Book poem – Alfred Austin
- Nature And the Book poem – Alfred Austin
- My Winter Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- “My soul is sunk in all–suffusing shame” poem – Alfred Austin
- “My northern blood exults to face” poem – Alfred Austin
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Messalina poem – Alfred Austin
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Mafeking poem – Alfred Austin
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.
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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.