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:
- Beach Glass poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Welcome A.O.H. Men by Michael McGovern
- Михаил Кузмин – В густом лесу мы дождь пережидали
- Николай Гумилев – Маскарад
- Nature And the Book poem – Alfred Austin
- A Toccata Of Galuppi’s by Robert Browning
- Faces. by Walt Whitman
- A Tale of Two Cities by Rudyard Kipling
- Шекспир – Чтобы стихи, рожденные когда-то – Сонет 38
- To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
- Юлия Жадовская – Лучший перл таится
- Sonnet Of Motherhood VI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Mujer Libanesa I poem – Amir Ibn Tawfik poems | Poems and Poetry
- Little Fugue by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Луговской – Пепел
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
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- In An Underground Dressing Station by Siegfried Sassoon
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- In An Underground Dressing Station by Siegfried Sassoon
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Blighters’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- At The Cenotaph by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wonderment by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wisdom by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wirers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Wind in the Beechwood by Siegfried Sassoon
- When I’m among a Blaze of Lights by Siegfried Sassoon
- What the Captain Said at the Point-to-Point by Siegfried Sassoon
- Vision by Siegfried Sassoon
- Villon by Siegfried Sassoon
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.