Death poems
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Myrtis
© Walter Savage Landor
Friends, whom she lookt at blandly from her couch
And her white wrist above it, gem-bedewed,
The Dreams Of My Heart
© Sara Teasdale
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
City Without a Name
© Czeslaw Milosz
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Who will honor the city without a name
If so many are dead and others pan gold
Or sell arms in faraway countries?
The Definition of Gardening
© James Tate
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does.
He likes nothing better than to put on
Dressing My Daughters
© Mark Jarman
One girl a full head taller
Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.
Sweet Death
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The sweetest blossoms die.
And so it was that, going day by day
Bar Kochba
© Emma Lazarus
Weep, Israel! your tardy meed outpour
Of grateful homage on his fallen head,
After This The Judgement
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
As eager homebound traveller to the goal,
Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,
Aspecta Medusa (for a Drawing)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Andromeda, by Perseus sav'd and wed,
Hanker'd each day to see the Gorgon's head:
Till o'er a fount he held it, bade her lean,
And mirror'd in the wave was safely seen
That death she liv'd by.
Declining Days
© Henry Francis Lyte
Why do I sigh to find
Life's evening shadows gathering round my way?
The keen eye dimming, and the buoyant mind
Unhinging day by day?
Jhansi Ki Rani (With English Translation)
© Subhadra Kumari Chauhan
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With valor in a grand festival, she got married in Jhansi,
After her marriage, Laxmibai came to Jhansi as a queen with shower of joy,
A grand celebration took place in the royal palace of Jhansi. That was a good luck for Bandelos that she came to Jhansi,
That was as Chitra met with Arjun or Shiv had got his beloved Bhavani (Durga).
From the mouths of the Bandelas and the Harbolas (Religious singers of Bandelkhand), we heard the tale of the courage of the Queen of Jhansi relating how gallantly she fought like a man against the British intruders: such was the Queen of Jhansi.
Memory of the Murdered Professors at the Jagiellonian
© Yusef Komunyakaa
After Hasior
They fired a bullet into the head
The Rhyme of Joyous Garde
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense
With fumes of the flowery frankincense
From hawthorn blossoming thickly;
And gold is shower'd on grass unshorn,
