Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRINCESS JEHANARA, by CALE YOUNG RICE Poet's Biography First Line: Where the road leads from delhi to the south Last Line: Let no more then be mine when I am dead.' Subject(s): Death; Hearts; India; Dead, The | ||||||||
Where the road leads from Delhi to the South, And dingy camel-trains creep in the dust Past ruin-heaps of old Firozabad And Indropat unpitied of the drouth; By a lone tree, above a Pool whose sad Prayer-water all the turban-people trust, Is a heat-hidden tomb, and on it just A few faint blades of bent and grieving grass. 'Jehanara's it is' -- with ready mouth A Moslem tells the travel-worn who pass To lordlier-rising tombs -- 'Jehanara's: One time her heart, heavy with pity, said: The covering of the poor is only grass, Let no more then be mine when I am dead.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A CHARM TO BRING CHILDREN (EGYPT, A.D. 100) by CALE YOUNG RICE |
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