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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIDOWER OF HAIDERABUD, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON Poet's Biography First Line: At morning when I wake, no more Last Line: Let not thy midnight be so long! Alternate Author Name(s): Duclaux, Madame Emile; Darmesteter, Mary; Robinson, A. Mary F. Subject(s): Widows & Widowers | |||
AT morning when I wake, no more I hear her in the twilit hour, Who beats the clay upon the floor, Or grinds the sorghum into flour. And when at sunset I return, I half forget the quiet child, Still brightening up her brazen urn, Who never raised her head or smiled. But when the night draws on, I fear! ...She stands before me, pale as ash, And still the trembling voice I hear That bleats beneath my mother's lash. And I remember how she died -- Hanged to the flowering mango-bough; For I behold the Suicide, And it is I that tremble now. ...My mother wears upon her breast A silver image of the dead. The best of all we have the best We offer her with bended head. We scatter water on her grave, We burn the sacred lamps for her; For her the fumes of incense wave And fill the house with smells of myrrh. ...The day we bore her to the tomb We paused again and yet again To scatter down the sandy coomb Our mustard seed in ample rain. For so we knew that in the night, When homewards up the path she goes, All round her in the dreamy light A pale phantasmal garden blows. She laughs to see the unhoped-for cloud Of waving, swaying, golden flowers, And gathering up her trailing shroud She flits amid the stems for hours. So every night may she delay And fill her arms with faery bloom, Until the dawning of the day Recall the wanderer to the tomb! So we may sleep in safety here, And fear no ghost.... And yet, for hours, I feel her drifting slowly near Amid the withering mustard flowers. O God! to them that call on Thee Give life, give riches, make them strong, Or make them holy, -- but to me Let not Thy midnight be so long! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WIDOW SPEAKS TO THE AURORA'S OF A DECEMBER NIGHT by NORMAN DUBIE NEW AGE AT AIRPORT MESA by NORMAN DUBIE POPHAM OF THE NEW SONG: 5; FOR R.P. BLACKMUR by NORMAN DUBIE THE WIDOW OF THE BEAST OF INGOLSTADT by NORMAN DUBIE DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WIDOW IN A STONE HOUSE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER GETTING TO KNOW YOU by RUTH STONE AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |
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