He lurks among the reeds, beside the marsh,
Red oleanders twisted in His hair,
His eyes are haggard and His lips are harsh,
Upon His breast the bones show gaunt and bare.
The green and stagnant waters lick His feet,
And from their filmy, iridescent scum
Clouds of mosquitoes, gauzy in the heat,
Rise with His gifts: Death and Delirium.
His messengers: They bear the deadly taint
On spangled wings aloft and far away,
Making thin music, strident and yet faint,
From golden eve to silver break of day.
The baffled sleeper hears th’ incessant whine
Through his tormented dreams, and finds no rest
The thirsty insects use his blood for wine,
Probe his blue veins and pasture on his breast.
While far away He in the marshes lies,
Staining the stagnant water with His breath,
An endless hunger burning in His eyes,
A famine unassuaged, whose food is Death.
He hides among the ghostly mists that float
Over the water, weird and white and chill,
And peasants, passing in their laden boat,
Shiver and feel a sense of coming ill.
A thousand burn and die; He takes no heed,
Their bones, unburied, strewn upon the plain,
Only increase the frenzy of His greed
To add more victims to th’ already slain.
He loves the haggard frame, the shattered mind,
Gloats with delight upon the glazing eye,
Yet, in one thing, His cruelty is kind,
He sends them lovely dreams before they die;
Dreams that bestow on them their heart’s desire,
Visions that find them mad, and leave them blest,
To sink, forgetful of the fever’s fire,
Softly, as in a lover’s arms, to rest.
A few random poems:
- Tell Me
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чесменские трофеи
- Diving Into The Wreck
- A Friend’s Illness by William Butler Yeats
- On the Circuit by W. H. Auden
- Владимир Маяковский – Версаль
- The Woman From The Archive by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Love’s Harvest poem – Alfred Austin
- create.html
- The New Decalogue poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Passing Of Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- Юнна Мориц – О жизни, о жизни
- Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River by Tu Fu
- The Devil Outwitted by William Somervile
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
- Erin, Oh Erin by Thomas Moore
- Enigma by Thomas Moore
- Echo by Thomas Moore
- Drink To Her by Thomas Moore
- Drink of This Cup by Thomas Moore
- Did Not by Thomas Moore
- Dialogue Between a Sovereign and a One-Pound Note by Thomas Moore
- Desmond’s Song by Thomas Moore
- Dear Harp of my Country by Thomas Moore
- Cotton and Corn by Thomas Moore
- Come, Send Round the Wine by Thomas Moore
- Come, Rest in this Bosom by Thomas Moore
- Come O’er the Sea by Thomas Moore
- By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore by Thomas Moore
- Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
- Befire the Battle by Thomas Moore
- Avenging and Bright by Thomas Moore
- At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore
- As Vanquish’d Erin by Thomas Moore
- As Slow Our Ship by Thomas Moore
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.