In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the daylight ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.
Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
To far off and incalculable seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source
What a poem! ! Any one would appreciate. Perhaps that is why you were called the Nightingale of India. Thank you dear poetess.
Very well written poem about the gypsy girl, a nomad community n its lifestyle...
Fascinating poem, full of mystery. Very thought-provoking. I like it.
Fascinating style and marvelous narration of a woman belonging to an Indian nomadic tribe names gypsy and her life of the great poetess are enchanting and captivating. Thanks for sharing it here.
THREE: Fifteen brliiant lines so well presented. The great Poetess wrote crystal clear composition, wherefore my greatest compliments for THE INDIAN GIPSY
TWO: My heartiest CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late great Poetess.
ONE: THis amazing poem by the great Poetess deserves TOP Marks,5 tars,10 Points and myriads more. Thank YOU for sharing!
There is a special charm of marking the gypsies, be they of Lawrence or of Arnold and in thsi modern age of gypsy living and nmenclature, what more to say it? But what is more important to say is this that they have not changed over the years, may may have, but they have not.
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep. ......... ......... Time's river winds in foaming centuries Its changing, swift, irrevocable course To far off and incalculable seas; Beautiful lines of great poetry. 10+++
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem is luxuriating in beautiful poetic lines - - - - - - - - - ] Time's river winds in foaming centuries Its changing, swift, irrevocable course - - - - - - - - - - ]She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep On lonely meadows when the daylight ends, - - - - - - - - - - -]In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Lovely lines aren't they?