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:
- Олег Мехов – Ах, у нашего Антошки
- initial mother’s day eve by matthew scott harris
- The Commination
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грицюку
- On the Idle Hill of Summer poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie: An Unco Mournfu’ Tale
- Владимир Британишский – Дом, как бог
- In Excelsis poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Fault by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Языков – В альбом Ш. К. Фон-дер-Борг (Доверчивый, простосердечной)
- Epitaph On An Infant. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- To His Dead Body by Siegfried Sassoon
- The People by William Butler Yeats
- Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
- The Crazed Moon by William Butler Yeats
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 – Себе, любимому, посвящает эти строки автор
- Владимир Маяковский – Счастье искусств
- Владимир Маяковский – С винтовкой, но без знания – нет побед (РОСТА № 115)
- Владимир Маяковский – С Польшей подписан мир… (РОСТА №428)
- Владимир Маяковский – С Польшей мир… (РОСТА №423)
- Владимир Маяковский – Ров (РОСТА №181)
- Владимир Маяковский – Россия – страна земледельческая… (РОСТА №874)
- Владимир Маяковский – Россия — единое советское хозяйство (РОСТА № 280)
- Владимир Маяковский – России
- Владимир Маяковский – Рифмованные лозунги
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама журнала “Огонек”
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама Резинотрест
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама Моссукно
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама Мосполиграф
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама издательства “Красная новь”
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама, 1928
- Владимир Маяковский – Разве у вас не чешутся обе лопатки
- Владимир Маяковский – Размышления у парадного подъезда
- Владимир Маяковский – Разговор с товарищем Лениным
- Владимир Маяковский – Рассказ Хренова о Кузнецкстрое и о людях Кузнецка
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.