The Poet To Death Poem by Sarojini Naidu

The Poet To Death

Rating: 3.2


TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.


Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.


Tarry a while, till I am satisfied
Of love and grief, of earth and altering sky;
Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,
O Death, I cannot die!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akanksha Bhatt 16 October 2012

Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die loved it! !

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Suratha Kumar Rout 12 September 2017

Tarry a while, till I am satisfied Of love and grief, of earth and altering sky; Till all my human hungers are fulfilled, O Death, I cannot die! Great poem.

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Chandra 15 December 2017

Excellent

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Cristobal Benjumea 19 February 2023

And am vöossoming, why the end of my play, have i been cruel, dost the fruits of my life, satisfy you, dost destiny desingn this for me

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Cristobal Benjumea 19 February 2023

I who have been so fruitfull,

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Cristobal Benjumea 19 February 2023

This is my feelings, about the end

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Sonali 14 February 2022

Summary of the poem

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Hebert Logerie 18 January 2019

This is a beautiful and daring or defying poem.O Death, I cannot die. Defying is the ultimate show of force, intellect and power.

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Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu

Hyderabad / India
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