Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PATH OF TEARS: 6. SUPPLICATION, by SAROJINI NAIDU Poet's Biography First Line: Love, it were not such deep unmeasured wrong Last Line: A gift of tears to save my stricken soul! Subject(s): Compassion; Grief; Love; Tears; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
LOVE, it were not such deep unmeasured wrong To wreck my life of youth and all delight, Bereave my days of sweetness and to blight My hidden wells of slumber and of song, Had your atoning mercy let me keep For sole and sad possession to assuage The loss of my heart's radiant heritage, Power of such blessed tears as mortals weep. But I, O Love, am like a withered leaf Burnt in devouring noontides of distress And tossed upon dim pools of weariness, Mute to the winds of gladness or of grief. The changing glory of the earth and skies Kindles no answering tribute in my breast, My loving dead go streamwards to their rest Unhonoured by the homage of mine eyes. Restore me not the rapture that is gone, The hope forbidden and the dream denied, The ruined purpose and the broken pride, Lost kinship with the starlight and the dawn. But you whose proud, predestined hands control My springs of sorrow, ecstasy and power, Grant in the brief compassion of an hour A gift of tears to save my stricken soul! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A CHALLENGE TO FATE by SAROJINI NAIDU |
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