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:
- Виктор Гончаров – Больной, как будто бы гранату
- Юлия Друнина – Есть время любить
- Fancy
- Каждый день и каждый миг судьбу благодарю
- Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress’d Our Plains poem – John Keats poems
- Омар Хайям – День каждый услаждай вином
- They Thought Her Crazy by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Artegal And Elidure by William Wordsworth
- Leszko The Bastard poem – Alfred Austin
- Pity by Sara Teasdale
- In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: This Is No My Ain Lassie:
- Conquistador
- My Heart Was Full by Stevie Smith
- The Recruit poem – A. E. Housman
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
- My Friends by W. S. Merwin
- Language by W. S. Merwin
- It Is March by W. S. Merwin
- William Stanley Merwin – William Stanley Merwin
- Green Fields by W. S. Merwin
- For The Anniversary Of My Death by W. S. Merwin
- For A Coming Extinction by W. S. Merwin
- When I Met My Muse by William Stafford
- Waking at 3 a.m. by William Stafford
- Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford
- Thinking For Berky by William Stafford
- The Light By The Barn by William Stafford
- Security by William Stafford
- Returned To Say by William Stafford
- Remembering Mountain Men by William Stafford
- Objector by William Stafford
- Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing by William Stafford
- Lit Instructor by William Stafford
- Just Thinking by William Stafford
- William Stafford – William Stafford
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.