Treasure Island

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)

A South-Sea Islander


ALOLL in the warm clear water,
On her back with languorous limbs,
She lies. The baby upon her breasts
Paddles and falls and swims.
With half-closed eyes she smiles,
Guarding it with her hands;
And the sob swells up in my heart —
In my heart that understands.
Dear, in the English country,
The hatefullest land on earth,
The mothers are starved and the children die,
And death is better than birth!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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