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:
- Николай Заболоцкий – Сон
- Lover’s Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More by Rabindranath Tagore
- Alison Gross poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Men Who Wear My Clothes by Vernon Scannell
- These Are The Clouds by William Butler Yeats
- Ballade Made In The Hot Weather by William Ernest Henley
- In The Depths Of Solitude by Tupac Shakur
- Николай Карамзин – Истина
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Sonnet LVII by William Shakespeare
- To A Young Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Heroic Simile by Robert Hass
- Dear Bhikkhu A Eulogy
- Sonnet To Spenser poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Степанов – Потемнели ветви
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
- dance of life by Raj Arumugam
- Daddy, daddy, I can’t go to school by Raj Arumugam
- complete text of the discovery of Kama Sutra by Raj Arumugam
- come, sun rays by Raj Arumugam
- come on in, baby by Raj Arumugam
- Come home, sweetheart by Raj Arumugam
- Colbert Report: Australia by Raj Arumugam
- an evening’s music by Raj Arumugam
- ah poor moon by Raj Arumugam
- ah, happy crow by Raj Arumugam
- absent-mindedness; or I Dream of Spices by Raj Arumugam
- a walk in the forest by Raj Arumugam
- a maiden’s broken heart by Raj Arumugam
- a laugh song by Raj Arumugam
- a gentle day by Raj Arumugam
- a delicate beauty along the shore by Raj Arumugam
- Virtuous Love by Rajendra Ojha
- Tidy by Ralph Angel
- The Unsound Utterance by Raju Baruah
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
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.