A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
He loved the Plant with a keen delight,
A passionate fervour, strange to see,
Tended it ardently, day and night,
Yet never a flower lit up the tree.
The leaves were succulent, thick, and green,
And, sessile, out of the snakelike stem
Rose spine-like fingers, alert and keen,
To catch at aught that molested them.
But though they nurtured it day and night,
With love and labour, the child and he
Were never granted the longed-for sight
Of a flower crowning the twisted tree.
Until one evening a wayworn Priest
Stopped for the night in the Temple shade
And shared the fare of their simple feast
Under the vines and the jasmin laid.
He, later, wandering round the flowers
Paused awhile by the blossomless tree.
The man said, “May it be fault of ours,
That never its buds my eyes may see?
“Aslip it came from the further East
Many a sunlit summer ago.”
“It grows in our Jungles,” said the Priest,
“Men see it rarely; but this I know,
“The Jungle people worship it; say
They bury a child around its roots–
Bury it living:–the only way
To crimson glory of flowers and fruits.”
He spoke in whispers; his furtive glance
Probing the depths of the garden shade.
The man came closer, with eyes askance,
The child beside them shivered, afraid.
A cold wind drifted about the three,
Jarring the spines with a hungry sound,
The spines that grew on the snakelike tree
And guarded its roots beneath the ground.
. . . . . .
After the fall of the summer rain
The plant was glorious, redly gay,
Blood-red with blossom. Never again
Men saw the child in the Temple play.
A few random poems:
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- From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig:
- Владимир Гиппиус – Закон чего? – закона нет
- If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Love Poem to My Husband of Thirty-one Years by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
- Vestiges poem – A. Van Jordan poems
- Lines written on a Bank-note by Robert Burns
- Как воздух, математика нужна
- Омар Хайям – Муки старят красавиц
- Николай Карамзин – Приношение грациям
- To G.A.W. poem – John Keats poems
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- Николай Заболоцкий – Генеральская дача
- Николай Заболоцкий – Футбол
- Николай Заболоцкий – Это было давно
- Николай Заболоцкий – Движение
- Николай Заболоцкий – Дождь
- Николай Заболоцкий – Детство
- Николай Заболоцкий – Цирк
- Николай Заболоцкий – Читайте, деревья, стихи Гезиода
- Николай Заболоцкий – Человек в воде
- Николай Заболоцкий – Царица мух
- Николай Заболоцкий – Болезнь
- Николай Заболоцкий – Битва с предками
- Николай Заболоцкий – Бетховен
- Николай Заболоцкий – Бегство в Египет
- Николай Заболоцкий – Баллада Жуковского
- Николай Языков – Жизни баловень счастливый
- Николай Языков – Землетрясенье
- Николай Языков – Записки А. С. Дириной
- Николай Языков – Я. П. Полонскому (Благодарю тебя за твой подарок милой…)
- Николай Языков – Вторая присяга
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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.