2 min read
Слушать(AI)Life
EN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that leap About your hearts like billows on the deep In flames of amber and of amethyst.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist Till some resistless hour shall rise and move Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
Sarojini Naidu
Sarojini Chattopadhyay Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's e
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Street Cries
EN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain, From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
To My Children
Jaya EN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your growing glory prove Sacred to your consecration,
The Coromandel Fishers
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free, To captu...
The Souls Prayer
In childhood's pride I said to Thee: O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath, Speak, Master, and reveal to me Thine inmost laws of life and death Give me to drink each joy and pain Which Thine eternal hand can mete, For my insati...
