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 Gardener XIX: You Walked by Rabindranath Tagore
- M. Degas Teaches Art & Science At Durfee Intermediate School–Detroit, 1942 by Philip Levine
- Green Thumb by Philip Levine
- Charm, The by Rupert Brooke
- Scars on Paper by Marilyn Hacker
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.:
- To A Little Girl That Has Told A Lie
- The Thorn by William Wordsworth
- Олег Бундур – Будильник
- He is more than a hero by Sappho
- Anacreontics The Swallow
- First let the kennel be the huntsman’s care by William Somervile
- In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- At Tynemouth Priory by William Lisle Bowles
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
- Владимир Британишский – Чернышев переулок и мост Чернышев
- Владимир Британишский – Чай
- Владимир Британишский – Царство – одно, но России-то – две
- Владимир Британишский – Быт
- Владимир Британишский – Буссоль
- Владимир Британишский – Будто катаясь на коньках
- Владимир Британишский – Богаевский
- Владимир Британишский – Били в армии, в школе, в столице, в селе
- Владимир Британишский – Баня Быстрицкого
- Владимир Британишский – Багульник, ельник, изволоки, взгорья
- Владимир Британишский – Автопортрет Давида
- Владимир Британишский – Архитектор Юрий Фельтен
- Владимир Британишский – Аркадия
- Владимир Британишский – Античник Альтман
- Владимир Британишский – Аэрогеофизик
- Владимир Британишский – A за Уралом – сгустки городов
- Владимир Британишский – А весна наступает все же
- Владимир Британишский – А Новый год мы встретили в лесу
- Владимир Британишский – 1942 год
- Владимир Британишский – 1848 год в Зимнем дворце
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.