A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
They lay the slender body down
With all its wealth of wetted hair,
Only a daughter of the town,
But very young and slight and fair.
The eyes, whose light one cannot see,
Are sombre doubtless, like the tresses,
The mouth’s soft curvings seem to be
A roseate series of caresses.
And where the skin has all but dried
(The air is sultry in the room)
Upon her breast and either side,
It shows a soft and amber bloom.
By women here, who knew her life,
A leper husband, I am told,
Took all this loveliness to wife
When it was barely ten years old.
And when the child in shocked dismay
Fled from the hated husband’s care
He caught and tied her, so they say,
Down to his bedside by her hair.
To some low quarter of the town,
Escaped a second time, she flew;
Her beauty brought her great renown
And many lovers here she knew,
When, as the mystic Eastern night
With purple shadow filled the air,
Behind her window framed in light,
She sat with jasmin in her hair.
At last she loved a youth, who chose
To keep this wild flower for his own,
He in his garden set his rose
Where it might bloom for him alone.
Cholera came; her lover died,
Want drove her to the streets again,
And women found her there, who tried
To turn her beauty into gain.
But she who in those garden ways
Had learnt of Love, would now no more
Be bartered in the market place
For silver, as in days before.
That former life she strove to change;
She sold the silver off her arms,
While all the world grew cold and strange
To broken health and fading charms.
Till, finding lovers, but no friend,
Nor any place to rest or hide,
She grew despairing at the end,
Slipped softly down a well and died.
And yet, how short, when all is said,
This little life of love and tears!
Her age, they say, beside her bed,
To-day is only fifteen years.
A few random poems:
- At Last the Secret is Out by W H Auden
- Владимир Корнилов – Вечер Гарри Каспарова в Политехническом
- let the calm of the evening by Raj Arumugam
- Epithalamion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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- Ольга Ермолаева – Ты где летал, мой падающий с Фанских гор
- Robert Burns: Meg O’ The Mill:
- To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned poem – John Keats poems
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- Иннокентий Анненский – Франсис Жамм. Когда для всех меня не станет меж живыми
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare
- A dragonfly that committed suicide by Preeth Nambiar
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
External links
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Poems in English
- Dickinson And The Alabaster Gogyohka
- Dawned Again
- Create
- Conference Swan Beauty
- Colors And Sounds
- Children039s Eyes
- Audience With A Poet Written December 13 1976 For Robert E Hayden Ph D
- Athens Stone Of Sapphire Of Ground The Ring
- As With Recitation And The Loss Of A Kuhi
- Antediluvian Kural On Twitter
- Alexander
- Acts Of Love
- A Single Man
- A Poet039s Privilege
- A Poem
- A Dialogue
- A City One Wish
- A Choka Is A Littoral Drift
- Gazebo
- All Days Seem Same
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Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.