Death and Famine on every side
And never a sign of rain,
The bones of those who have starved and died
Unburied upon the plain.
What care have I that the bones bleach white?
To-morrow they may be mine,
But I shall sleep in your arms to-night
And drink your lips like wine!
Cholera, Riot, and Sudden Death,
And the brave red blood set free,
The glazing eye and the failing breath,–
But what are these things to me?
Your breath is quick and your eyes are bright
And your blood is red like wine,
And I shall sleep in your arms to-night
And hold your lips with mine!
I hear the sound of a thousand tears,
Like softly pattering rain,
I see the fever, folly, and fears
Fulfilling man’s tale of pain.
But for the moment your star is bright,
I revel beneath its shine,
For I shall sleep in your arms to-night
And feel your lips on mine!
And you need not deem me over cold,
That I do not stop to think
For all the pleasure this Life may hold
Is on the Precipice brink.
Thought could but lessen my soul’s delight,
And to-day she may not pine.
For I shall lie in your arms to-night
And close your lips with mine!
I trust what sorrow the Fates may send
I may carry quietly through,
And pray for grace when I reach the end,
To die as a man should do.
To-day, at least, must be clear and bright,
Without a sorrowful sign,
Because I sleep in your arms to-night
And feel your lips on mine!
So on I work, in the blazing sun,
To bury what dead we may,
But glad, oh, glad, when the day is done
And the night falls round us grey.
Would those we covered away from sight
Had a rest as sweet as mine!
For I shall sleep in your arms to-night
And drink your lips like wine!
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata:
- You and I by Roger McGough
- Robert Burns: Out Over The Forth:
- Dawn by Yosa Buson
- Robert Burns: Tam Glen:
- The Labyrinth by W H Auden
- Olney Hymn 45: The Happy Change by William Cowper
- The Bonifratrian Hospital by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Man In Black by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Не увлекайтесь нами
- So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
- Алексей Ржевский – Портрет
- Владимир Вишневский – Хотел я искупаться в знак протеста
- Robert Burns: A Fiddler In The North:
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
- houses.html
- flight_of_stairs.html
- epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
- epitaph_for_our_children.html
- cats.html
- Attack On The Ad-Man
- When I Was Young the Silk poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Weathering poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Their Sex Life poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- The City Limits poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Still poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- So I Said I Am Ezra poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Small Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Rogue Elephant poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Rivulose poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Release poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Recovery poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Rapids poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Poetics poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
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

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.