Go, let the fatted calf be kill’d;
My prodigal’s come home at last,
With noble resolutions fill’d,
And fill’d with sorrow for the past:
No more will burn with love or wine;
But quite has left his women and his swine.
Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart!
Welcome! I little thought, I’ll swear
(‘T is now so long since we did part),
Ever again to see thee here:
Dear wanderer! Since from me you fled,
How often have I heard that thou wert dead!
Hast thou not found each woman’s breast
(The lands where thou hast travelled)
Either by savages possest,
Or wild and uninhabited?
What joy couldst take, or what repose,
In countries so unciviliz’d as those?
Lust, the scorching dog-star, here
Rages with immoderate heat;
Whilst pride, the rugged Northern bear,
In others makes the cold too great:
And, where these are temperate known,
The soil’s all barren sand or rocky stone.
When once or twice you chanc’d to view
A rich, well-govern’d heart,
Like China, it admitted you
But to the frontier-part.
From Paradise shut for evermore,
What good is ‘t that an angel kept the door?
Well fare the pride, and the disdain,
And vanities, with beauty join’d;
I ne’er had seen this heart again,
If any fair-one had been kind:
My dove, but once let loose, I doubt
Would ne’er return, had not the flood been out.
A few random poems:
- Cloudy Sky by Shel Silverstein
- Gadara, A.D. 31 by John Oxenham
- The Amendis to the Telyouris and Sowtaris for the Turnament maid on thame
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Владимир Корнилов – Жизнь
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
- Li Po, the moon and me by Raj Arumugam
- Insomniac by Maya Angelou
- Федор Тютчев – Как бестолковы числа эти
- Юнна Мориц – В цирке
- My Precious Girl by Tiffany Ann Monroe
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что шумишь
- If Only by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad Third – John Bushby’s Lamentation.
- you say you love the earth by Raj Arumugam
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 – Дела вузные, хорошие и конфузные
- Владимир Маяковский – Декрет о взаимопомощи инвентарем (Главполитпросвет № 101)
- Владимир Маяковский – Декрет о натуральном налоге на хлеб, картофель и масличные семена
- Владимир Маяковский – Давайте и получите (РОСТА №495)
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь тухлые яйца
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь материальную базу
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь автомобиль
- Владимир Маяковский – Дачный случай
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствуют недели помощи по всей республике (Главполитпросвет №353)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует неделя ремонта! (РОСТА № 294)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует III интернационал! (РОСТА № 140)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует 5-й год советской власти, утвердившейся в октябре! (Главполитпросвет №397)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да или нет
- Владимир Маяковский – Чугунные штаны
- Владимир Маяковский – Чудеса
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб жизнь трудовую наладить заново
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб с голодом справиться и с разрухой-дурой (Главполитпросвет)
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб нас не заела разруха зубами голодных годов… (Главполитпросвет №7)
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб из недели “Заботы о достоянии” толку выйти, вот так, товарищи, агитацию ведите (Главполитпросвет №374)
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб голод нас не передушил к лету… (Главполитпросвет №160)
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
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.