Toru Dutt Poems
- Our Casuarina Tree LIKE a huge Python, winding round and ...
- Lakshman 'Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry! It is, - it...
- My Vocation A waif on this earth, Sick, ugly and small, ...
- Love Came To Flora Asking For ... Love came to Flora ...
- Sonnet A sea of foliage girds our garden round, But not a ...
- The Sower Sitting in a porchway cool, Sunlight, I see, dying...
- Christmas The sky is dark, the snow descends: Ring, bells, ...
Toru Dutt was an Indian poet who wrote in English and French, and made a mark in literature in spite of her premature death.
She remained in Calcutta till November 1869, after which she and her sister Aru traveled to France, Italy and then England. She went to a school in France for the first time of her life and had an intimacy with French during that period.
After publication of several translations and literary discussions, she published a Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields, a volume of French poems she had translated into English, with Saptahiksambad Press of Bhowanipore, India in 1876. Eight of the poems had been ... more »
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Our Casuarina Tree
LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round
The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars,
Up to its very summit near the stars,
A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound
No other tree could live. But gallantly
The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung
In crimson clusters all the boughs among,
Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee;
And oft at nights the garden overflows
With one sweet song that seems to have no close,
Sung darkling from our tree, while men repose.
When first my casement is wide open thrown
At dawn, my eyes delighted on...