Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 553 Points (22 September / London)

Jonathan ROBIN Poems

1. Eulogy On A London Jobber 10/12/2006
2. Regeneration 10/12/2006
3. Prosperity Palls 10/13/2006
4. Emotional Immaturity 10/14/2006
5. Noise And Equipoise 10/25/2006
6. Haiku With French Translation - Monsoon 10/26/2006
7. Claridges 10/27/2006
8. After The Carnival 10/28/2006
9. Decisions 10/29/2006
10. Leftovers 10/29/2006
11. Haiku Time Well Spent 10/30/2006
12. Conundrum 11/14/2006
13. Pair_Con_Fection 11/16/2006
14. Dreamworks 11/16/2006
15. Unexpected 11/18/2006
16. Parts Rejoin The Whole 11/22/2006
17. Just Jest 11/26/2006
18. On Borrowed Time 12/7/2006
19. The Good Old Days 12/7/2006
20. Whirling Wheels Of Change 12/7/2006
21. Outside Imposed Restraints 12/11/2006
22. Even In Sleep 12/13/2006
23. Dis Solution Dissipation 12/15/2006
24. *stranger In Strange Crowd* 12/16/2006
25. Ambiguity Arose - After Rose Aylmer Walter Savage Landor 12/21/2006
26. One Heart Feels Finger 12/23/2006
27. Sprinkle Drinkle In The Bar 12/25/2006
28. Polyacrostic - Jest Gest 12/26/2006
29. Together A...Gain 12/26/2006
30. Homerun 11/27/2006
31. In Gestation - For You I Wait 11/27/2006
32. Magnetic Mandy 11/27/2006
33. Birthday Letter For Lucinda 12/2/2006
34. Rubaiyat Of Evolution After - Yet Long Before - Edward Fitzgerald And Charles Darwin 12/3/2006
35. From Confusion To Fusion’s Conclusion 11/5/2006
36. How Doth The Bee Improve His Salary? - Parody Isaac Watts – How Doth The Bee 11/13/2006
37. Metamorphoasical 12/28/2006
38. The Door Removed 12/28/2006
39. Rise Through Regrets 12/28/2006
40. Haiku Happy Landing 1/2/2007

Comments about Jonathan ROBIN

  • M M (1/10/2012 6:25:00 AM)

    A very talented poet, whose poems are always beautifully penned, not only through the choice of the words (mostly far beyond relevance) , but also through the thoughts these poems carry... and the sense of humour.
    Some of these pieces can be considered as masterpieces.

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  • Jack Sprat (1/5/2012 3:18:00 PM)

    It is not surprising to find Jonathan Robin among the top hundred most popular poets on Poemhunter... and apparently he has also 10 poems ranked in the top 20 out of 4 million on allpoetry. Looking at his biography one is surprised that he finds time to write in such a diversity of traditional styles on so many subjects, both contemporary and classical. One is confused by the number of poems nominally on poemhunter - less than 1400 compared to more than two thousand in his poetry book apparently available for download. As written in one of the comments below 'This gent has experimented with every possible poetic medium out there and with exceptional results.' - one can only agree and applaud.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (4/4/2009 1:28:00 AM)

    deep within i find a perfect blending of matter and manner, beautiful poems.

  • M S (12/14/2006 4:13:00 PM)

    There are plenty of gems scattered through this vast poetic field. This gent has experimented with every possible poetic medium out there and with exceptional results. I have found myself skipping through the long-winded verbosities and brain-teasing acrostics, but got cought on the more personable social commentaries and those that were rooted in personal experiences. But then again, chaqun a son gout. Spin the wheel and see where chance will land you, chances are you won't be disappointed.

Best Poem of Jonathan ROBIN

It Rains In My Heart - Translation Paul Verlaine – Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur

It rains in my heart
as on town and on mart,
pours down longings that start
to reign in my heart!

Oh soft ringing of rain
poured on earth, eave and pane,
for poor heart feeling pain,
oh the ringing of rain!

It rains without reason
in hurt heart fears have lease on.
What? - no season for treason?
Do I grieve without reason?

What most hurts me, I wait
‘Why’ not knowing, sad fate,
without love, without hate,
On my heart lies deadweight!

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette ...

Read the full of It Rains In My Heart - Translation Paul Verlaine – Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur

Hong Kong

Spinning criss cross patterns as they post across the harbour,
spray kissing, barely miss each other, business to the fore,
the junks and ferries seem such toys when seen from seventh floor
or stateroom on the seventeenth, but does it matter any more?

Does it matter, for the room is insulated from outside,
from heat and from humidity, from differences too wide
in wealth and wisdom where the West unwelcome is as bride,
though brides are taken for a time, who doweries provide.

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