A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,
Like a lonely lover sobbing
For the beauty that is robbing him of all his life’s delight?
Plaintive sounds, restrained, enthralling,
Seeking through the twilight falling
Something lost beyond recalling, in the darkness of the night.
Oh, my little, loved Firoza,
Come and nestle to me closer,
Where the golden-balled Mimosa makes a canopy above,
For the day, so hot and burning,
Dies away, and night, returning,
Sets thy lover’s spirit yearning for thy beauty and thy love.
Soon will come the rosy warning
Of the bright relentless morning,
When, thy soft caresses scorning, I shall leave thee in the shade.
All the day my work must chain me,
And its weary bonds restrain me,
For I may not re-attain thee till the light begins to fade.
But at length the long day endeth,
As the cool of night descendeth
His last strength thy lover spendeth in returning to thy breast,
Where beneath the Babul nightly,
While the planets shimmer whitely,
And the fire-flies glimmer brightly, thou shalt give him love and rest.
Far away, across the distance,
The quick-throbbing drums’ persistence
Shall resound, with soft insistence, in the pauses of delight,
Through the sequence of the hours,
While the starlight and the flowers
Consecrate this love of ours, in the Temple of the Night.
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Poems in English
- Владимир Высоцкий – Тоска немая гложет иногда
- Владимир Высоцкий – То бишь о чём
- Владимир Высоцкий – Тексты для капустника к 5-летию Театра на Таганке
- Владимир Высоцкий – Татуировка
- Владимир Высоцкий – Там были генеральши, были жёны офицеров
- Владимир Высоцкий – Так оно и есть
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сыт я по горло, до подбородка
- Владимир Высоцкий – Схвати судьбу за горло, словно посох
- Владимир Высоцкий – Свой остров
- Владимир Высоцкий – Свет потушите, вырубите звук
- Владимир Высоцкий – Странная сказка
- Владимир Высоцкий – Старательская
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сорняков, когда созреют
- Владимир Высоцкий – Снова печь барахлит, тут рублей не жалей
- Владимир Высоцкий – Снег скрипел подо мной
- Владимир Высоцкий – Смотрины
- Владимир Высоцкий – Случай на таможне
- Владимир Высоцкий – Случай
- Владимир Высоцкий – Слева бесы, справа бесы
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько я, сколько я видел на свете их
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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.