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:
- We Are To Play The Game Of Death by Rabindranath Tagore
- All-Accomplished Rover by William Somervile
- An Epitaph 3 (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: The Birks Of Aberfeldy:
- My Garden by Thomas Edward Brown
- Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper by Robert Burns
- Poetic Justice by Robby Charters
- Николай Заболоцкий – Когда вдали угаснет свет дневной
- Danse Macabre by Sylvia Plath
- His Poetry His Pillar by Robert Herrick
- Oblivion by Satish Verma
- A River Flows Underground by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Слушай, шахтер!.. (РОСТА №843)
- The Swans poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
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
- Dancing by Robert Hass
- Children Are Like Water by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
- Cascade by Robert Desnos
- Between The Wars by Robert Hass
- What We Leave Behind by Robert Saltzman
- Water by Robert Lowell
- Waking in the Blue by Robert Lowell
- The Wound by Robert McNamara
- The Withdrawal by Robert Lowell
- The Ruins Of Time by Robert Lowell
- The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket by Robert Lowell
- The Drunken Fisherman by Robert Lowell
- Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell
- Promise Me Rain Retold by Roberto Cocina
- San Francisco Night Windows by Robert Penn Warren
- True Love by Robert Penn Warren
- Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren
- Mortal Limit by Robert Penn Warren
- Evening Hawk by Robert Penn Warren
- A Way to Love God by Robert Penn Warren
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.