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:
- The Prarie Battlements by Vachel Lindsay
- Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Robert Burns: My Highland Lassie, O:
- Little Fugue by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Ode, Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald Of Auchencruive:
- Василий Жуковский – Гаральд
- What Then? by William Butler Yeats
- Orlando Furioso Canto 8 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Le monstre by Patryck Froissart
- Олег Чупров – Не хочется мне славы громкой
- 30th Birthday poem – Alice Notley
- Mad Pirate Marmaduke by Ross D Tyler
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты знаешь это вот… (Главполитпросвет №267)
- Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Giver by Sara Teasdale
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
- Culver Dell And The Squire by William Barnes
- Corn A-Turnen Yollow by William Barnes
- Chris’mas Invitation by William Barnes
- Children’s Children by William Barnes
- Childhood by William Barnes
- Changes by William Barnes
- Brookwell by William Barnes
- Bringen Woone Gwaïn O’ Zundays by William Barnes
- Bob The Fiddler by William Barnes
- Blessens A-Left by William Barnes
- Bleäke’s House In Blackmwore by William Barnes
- Blackmwore Maidens by William Barnes
- The Blackbird by William Barnes
- Bishop’s Caundle by William Barnes
- Bees A-Zwarmen by William Barnes
- Beauty Undecked by William Barnes
- Be’mi’ster by William Barnes
- Bad News by William Barnes
- Aunt’s Tantrums by William Barnes
- Angels By The Door by William Barnes
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.