by ahcene mariche
I dressed a lot of persons
I patched clothes to many others
The rich as well as the poor
I took off thorns
To the sick I pierced boils
I also pierced plenty of ears
Most people need me
They can’t do without me
I adorned too many brides
I made their grooms look handsome
So that they please their admirers
I protected the miserable
I covered and wormed them
With the suitable cloth
I cared a lot for the wrecked
I provided them with food in plenty
I realized later on
That I was doing only good
But as if I was digging in water
No profit coming in return
From the ungrateful man
Yet I kept accomplishing my duty
What I said is an example
I took it from our rich repertory
All the words I’ve used
Are about my doings
And those of the needle
Which remains naked.
ahcene mariche
A few random poems:
- Brasilia by Sylvia Plath
- An Abandoned Factory, Detroit by Philip Levine
- On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt poem – John Keats poems
- Corn by Sidney Lanier
- Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper by Robert Burns
- four legs good, two legs badOwl Hoots and Grasshopper Sings by Raj Arumugam
- Beside The Idle Summer Sea by William Ernest Henley
- ” When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought” poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Gudewife, Count The Lawin:
- Meditatio poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Two Quits And Drum And Elegy Drinkers
- A New Song to an Old Tune by William Ernest Henley
- Memory poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Prayer, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
- The Old Cumberland Beggar by William Wordsworth
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
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
- Robert Burns: I Hae Been At Crookieden:
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