Toru Dutt Poems
- Lakshman 'Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry! It is, - it...
- Our Casuarina Tree LIKE a huge Python, winding round and ...
- Sonnet A sea of foliage girds our garden round, But not a ...
- Love Came To Flora Asking For ... Love came to Flora ...
- My Vocation A waif on this earth, Sick, ugly and small, ...
- The Sower Sitting in a porchway cool, Sunlight, I see, dying...
- The Broken Bell 'Tis bitter-sweet on winter nights to ...
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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'Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry!
It is, - it is my husband's voice!
Oh hasten, to his succour fly,
No more hast thou, dear friend, a choice.
He calls on thee, perhaps his foes
Environ him on all sides round,
That wail, - it means death's final throes!
Why standest thou, as magic-bound?
'Is this a time for thought, - oh gird
Thy bright sword on, and take thy bow!
He heeds not, hears not any word,
Evil hangs over us, I know!
Swift in decision, prompt in deed,
Brave unto rashness, can this be,
The man to whom all looked at ...