by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)
- AMP of my
life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
- Tree of my life, Death's cruel foot
Hath crushed thee down to thy hidden root;
Nought shall restore thy glory fled . . .
Shall the blossom live when the tree is dead?
- Life of my life, Death's bitter sword
Hath severed us like a broken word,
Rent us in twain who are but one . .
Shall the flesh survive when the soul is gone?
POEMS BY SAROJINI NAIDU
"Suttee" is reprinted
from The Golden Threshold. Sarojini Naidu. New York: John
Lane Company, 1916.