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:
- any_man_speaks.html
- Little Abigail and the Beautiful Pony by Shel Silverstein
- Юлия Жадовская – Всё ты уносишь, нещадное время
- Bleäke’s House In Blackmwore by William Barnes
- The Three Beggars by William Butler Yeats
- The Broncho That Would Not Be Broken by Vachel Lindsay
- A Hymn to Love by Robert Herrick
- Whatif by Shel Silverstein
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
- Flying Home by Sudeep Sen
- Song—A Rose-bud by my Early Walk by Robert Burns
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Раздумье
- The Commination
- Николай Глазков – Почему я отказался от самолёта
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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Можжевеловый куст
- Николай Заболоцкий – Монолог в лесу
- Николай Заболоцкий – Мир однолик, но двойственна природа
- Николай Заболоцкий – Меркнут знаки зодиака
- Николай Заболоцкий – Лодейников
- Николай Заболоцкий – Летний вечер
- Николай Заболоцкий – Лесная сторожка
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ласточка
- Николай Заболоцкий – Кулак, владыка батраков
- Николай Заболоцкий – Кто мне откликнулся в чаще лесной
- Николай Заболоцкий – Когда вдали угаснет свет дневной
- Николай Заболоцкий – Как мыши с котом воевали
- Николай Заболоцкий – Испытание воли
- Николай Заболоцкий – Искушение
- Николай Заболоцкий – Гурзуф ночью
- Николай Заболоцкий – Гроза идет
- Николай Заболоцкий – Городок
- Николай Заболоцкий – Горийская симфония
- Николай Заболоцкий – Голубиная книга
- Николай Заболоцкий – Генеральская дача
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.