Sarojini Naidu

The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu

Bangle sellers are we who bearOur shining loads to the temple fair…Who will buy these delicate, brightRainbow-tinted circles of light?Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden’s wrist,Silver and blue as the mountain mist,Some are flushed like the buds that dreamOn the tranquil brow of a woodland …

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Village Song by Sarojini Naidu

HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going? Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing? Would you leave the mother who on golden grain has fed you? Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you? Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going, Where upon the champa …

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Essay on Sarojini Naidu

It was at my persuasion that The Golden Threshold was published. The earliest of the poems were read to me in London in 1896, when the writer was seventeen; the later ones were sent to me from India in 1904, when she was twenty-five; and they belong, I think, almost wholly to those two periods. As they …

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