WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
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something really hard to understand but it feels like contented when you finally get the theme of the poem
When the earth falters and the waters swoon With the implacable radiance of noon, And in dim shelters koïls hush their notes, And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat, Buy fruit, buy fruit, steals down the panting street. A very good write. 10+++
Twilight twinkles to convey message of every stage of street life when the Earth flatters with the implacable radiance of noon we feel this. In singing street flowers too sing amazingly in this great imagery. Very interesting and nice poem definitely this is...10
This is indeed a pulsating three-stage landscape of city life at the time of dawn, noon and then of the twilight hours created by one of the greatest English language poetess of India of twentieth century.
This poem is very nice Thanks