We have left Gul Kach behind us,
Are marching on Apozai,–
Where pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
We’re falling back from the Gomal,
Across the Gir-dao plain,
The camping ground is deserted,
We’ll never come back again.
Along the rocks and the defiles,
The mules and the camels wind.
Good-bye to Rahimut-Ullah,
The man who is left behind.
For some we lost in the skirmish,
And some were killed in the fight,
But he was captured by fever,
In the sentry pit, at night.
A rifle shot had been swifter,
Less trouble a sabre thrust,
But his Fate decided fever,
And each man dies as he must.
Behind us, red in the distance.
The wavering flames rise high,
The flames of our burning grass-huts,
Against the black of the sky.
We hear the sound of the river,
An ever-lessening moan,
The hearts of us all turn backwards
To where he is left alone.
We sing up a little louder,
We know that we feel bereft,
We’re leaving the camp together,
And only one of us left.
The only one, out of many,
And each must come to his end,
I wish I could stop this singing,
He happened to be my friend.
We’re falling back from the Gomal
We’re marching on Apozai,
And pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
Perhaps the feast will taste bitter,
The lips of the girls less kind,–
Because of Rahimut-Ullah,
The man who is left behind!
A few random poems:
- Cinema Therapy and The MovieMaking Process
- At First. To Charlotte Cushman. by Sidney Lanier
- gazebo.html
- Patroling Barnegat. by Walt Whitman
- Tom The Lunatic by William Butler Yeats
- A Recantation by Rudyard Kipling
- The Tame Bird Was In A Cage by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- The Busy Indolent by William Somervile
- Вера Павлова – Толстые икры правителей
- Because I’ve Learned by William Ellery Leonard
- The Fairies Break Their Dances poem – A. E. Housman
- Lynching
- Яков Полонский – Чайка
- Danny O’Dare by Shel Silverstein
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
- The Eve Of St. Agnes poem – John Keats poems
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- Stanzas poem – John Keats poems
- Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ poem – John Keats poems
- Robin Hood poem – John Keats poems
- On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
- On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again poem – John Keats poems
- On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time poem – John Keats poems
- On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour poem – John Keats poems
- On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
- On Fame poem – John Keats poems
- Ode To Psyche poem – John Keats poems
- Ode to Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- Ode To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
- Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
- Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
- Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
- Ode On A Grecian Urn poem – John Keats poems
- O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell poem – John Keats poems
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.