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:
- Melville And Coghill – The Place Of The Little Hand poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Veairy Veet That I Do Meet by William Barnes
- Teacher
- Bliss Of Eternity by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Vacillation by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Заболоцкий – Портрет
- To the Author of the The Essay on Man by William Somervile
- Champagne 1914 15
- Any Night by Philip Levine
- Владимир Маяковский – С Польшей подписан мир… (РОСТА №428)
- Федор Сологуб – Лихо
- Heartbreak at 2 A.M. poem – Yuvraj Johri poems | Poetry Monster
- Алексей Жемчужников – Письмо к юноше о ничтожности
- Кондратий Рылеев – Князю Смоленскому
- Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Philip Sidney
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
- A Journey Through The Moonlight by Russell Edson
- Antimatter by Russell Edson
- A Stone Is Nobody’s by Russell Edson
- Counting Sheep by Russell Edson
- Sleep by Russell Edson
- Paying The Captain by Russell Edson
- Grass by Russell Edson
- Angels by Russell Edson
- Ape by Russell Edson
- Hands by Russell Edson
- The Fall by Russell Edson
- The Family Monkey by Russell Edson
- Elephant Dormitory by Russell Edson
- Conjugal by Russell Edson
- A Historical Breakfast by Russell Edson
- The Essay on Liberty by Abraham Cowley
- Hauntings by Rupert Brooke
- Goddess In The Wood, The by Rupert Brooke
- Flight by Rupert Brooke
- Finding by Rupert Brooke
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.