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:
- The Trap by Vachel Lindsay
- Show me by Rixa White
- Moonrise by Yvor Winters
- In A Time Of Dearth poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Berck-Plage by Sylvia Plath
- Gesture Theory A Villanelle
- Landowners by Sylvia Plath
- Consolation by William Butler Yeats
- Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood
- Василий Жуковский – Голос с того света
- Pity For Poor Africans by William Cowper
- A Child’s Grace by Robert Herrick
- The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
- Ольга Седакова – Памяти одной старухи
- I threaded a garland with the memories of a spring… by Preeth Nambiar
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
- Sir Giles’ War-Song by William Morris
- Sir Galahad, a Christmas Mystery by William Morris
- Sad-Eyed and Soft and Grey by William Morris
- Riding Together by William Morris
- Pomona by William Morris
- Our Hands Have Met by William Morris
- Night by William Morris
- Near But Far Away by William Morris
- Near Avalon by William Morris
- Mine and Thine by William Morris
- March by William Morris
- Love’s Gleaning Tide by William Morris
- King Arthur’s Tomb by William Morris
- In Prison by William Morris
- Iceland First Seen by William Morris
- For the Bed at Kelmscott by William Morris
- Flora by William Morris
- Earth the Healer, Earth the Keeper by William Morris
- Day by William Morris
- Autumn by William Morris
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.