PAMDINI: My sisters plucked green leaves at morn To deck the garden swing, And donned their shining golden veils For the Festival of Spring. ... But sweeter than the new-blown vines, And the call of nesting birds Are the tendrils of your hair, Beloved, And the music of your words. MAYURA: My sisters sat beside the hearth Kneading the saffron cakes, They gathered honey from the hives For the Festival of Snakes. ... Why should I wake the jewelled lords With offerings or vows, Who wear the glory of your love Like a jewel on my brows? SARASVATI: My sisters sang at evenfall A hymn of ancient rites, And kindled rows of silver lamps For the Festival of Lights. ... But I leaned against the lattice-door To watch the kindling skies, And praised the gracious gods, Beloved, For the beauty of your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |