5 days later

Autumn song (poem)

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, 
   The sunset hangs on a cloud; 
A golden storm of glittering sheaves, 
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves, 
   The wild wind blows in a cloud. 

Hark to a voice that is calling 
   To my heart in the voice of the wind: 
My heart is weary and sad and alone, 
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone, 
   And why should I stay behind?

by Sarojini Naidu

9 days later

My dead dream (poem)

Have you found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago 
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow. 
Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep 
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep? 

Would you tear from my lintels these sacred green garlands of leaves? 
Would you scare the white, nested, wild pigeons of joy from my eaves? 
Would you touch and defile with dead fingers the robes of my priest? 
Would you weave your dim moan with the chantings of love at my feast? 

Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow, 
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago. 
Who bade you arise from your darkness? I bid you depart! 
Profane not the shrines I have raised in the clefts of my heart.

by Sarojini Naidu

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