Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 26, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Sonnet

by Toru Dutt (1856 – 1877).

Sonnet

A sea of foliage girds our garden round,
But not a sea of dull unvaried green,
Sharp contrasts of all colors here are seen;
The light-green graceful tamarinds abound
Amid the mango clumps of green profound,                              5
And palms arise, like pillars gray, between;
And o’er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,
Red—red, and startling like a trumpet’s sound.
But nothing can be lovelier than the ranges
Of bamboos to the eastward, when the moon                           10
Looks through their gaps, and the white lotus changes
Into a cup of silver. One might swoon
Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze
On a primeval Eden, in amaze.

Notes:
http://female-ancestors.com/daughters/dutt.htm
http://indianenglishliterature.com/Authors/toru-dutt.asp


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