And must I wear a silken life,
Hemmed in by city walls?
And must I give my garden up
For theatres and balls?
Nay, though the cage be made of gold,
‘Tis better to be free;
The green of the green meadows, love,
Is quite enough for me.
I’d rather ramble through the lanes
Than drive about in town;
I’d rather muse or dream than dance,
When the stars are shining down.
I do not care for diamonds, dear,
But I care a deal for flowers;
And thousands are just creeping out
For the sunshine and the showers.
I like to hear the Household band,
But I love the bird-songs best;
And hark! how they are twittering now
Round each half-hidden nest!
The wind is whispering in the leaves,
And the downy bees begin
To hum in the blossoming sycamores,
And the brook is chiming in.
There is such melody in the woods,
Such music in the air!
The streets are full of life and sound,
And yet ’tis silent there.
I like to see the pictures-ay,
But I am hard to please!
I never saw a picture yet
As great and grand as these;
Such tones of colour as transform
The tender green and brown,
When the pink dawn is flushing up,
Or the red sun sinking down;
Such painting as the chestnut bud
Shows in its opening heart;
Such lights as shine ‘twixt earth and sky
When rain-clouds break apart;
Such soft, warm, subtle tints, as lie
In every mossy patch-
On the blue-brown trunks, now filled with life,
And the humble roof of thatch,-
In the purple hollows of the hills,
In the lichen on the wall,
In the orchard and the feathery woods,
And the sun-lit waterfall.
I like my humble country ways,
My simple, early meals;
I like to potter about the yard,
With my chickens at my heels.
I’d rather climb this brambly steep,
Where freshest sea-winds blow,
With my old straw hat hanging down my back.
Than canter along the Row.
To me (it’s vulgar, dear, I know)
No fête is half so gay
As a cricket-match on the village green,
Or a picnic in the hay.
Ah, yes! I’m happier as I am,-
I’m ignorant, you see;
And the life of fashion that you love
Would never do for me.
A few random poems:
- Lover’s Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt by Rabindranath Tagore
- Олег Бундур – И до моря 15 шагов
- An Epithalamium by Sappho
- But Outer Space by Robert Frost
- Ольга Берггольц – Второй разговор с соседкой
- The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Юрий Коринец – О счастье
- Orlando Furioso Canto 3 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Erotic comics by Hanz Kovacq, porn comic books by known illustrators – continued
- Эмиль Верхарн – Зимняя пора
- Низами Гянджеви – Пускай охотится на всех газелеоких
- Irony poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- lost_love_is_never_lost.html
- As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing. by Walt Whitman
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 Fault of It poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Encounter poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Bath-Tub poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Tame Cat poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Taking Leave of a Friend poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Sub Mare poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Statement of Being poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Song of the Bowmen of Shu poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Song in the Manner of Housman poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Silet poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Sestina: Altaforte poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Salutation poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Quies poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Portrait d’Une Femme poem – Ezra Pound poems
- In Tempore Senectutis poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Invern poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ione, Dead the Long Year poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Envoi poem – Ezra Pound 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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.