India's Love Lyrics by Laurence Hope Women's Poetry History Podcast Free Audiobook
Publication date 2019-05-09
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, poetry, India, love, victorian, romantic, women's studies, sapphic, erotic
LibriVox recording of India's Love Lyrics by Laurence Hope.
Read in English by Helen Williford-Lower
The poetry of Adela Florence Cory aka Violet Nicolson, is some of the most unique and passionate in the English language. Under the pen name of Laurence Hope, her works were extremely popular in the early years of the 20th century, inspiring popular music, lovers, silent films and even the creation of Shalimar perfume. Her work wades fearlessly into issues of racism, same-sex attraction, violence and taboo love, but also transports the reader to a vibrant India of another era, with it's exotic peoples, flora, fauna, folklore and larger than life landscapes and intrigues.
india's love lyrics by lawrence hope published in 1901 recorded by helen williford lauer in 12 sections of seven poems each for librivox all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org
india's love lyrics section one
less than the dust
less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel less than the rust that never stained thy sword less than the trust thou hast in me o lord even less than these less than the weed that grows beside thy door less than the speed of hours spent far from thee less than the need thou hast in life of me even less am i
since i o lord am nothing unto thee see here thy sword i make it keen and bright love's last reward death comes to me tonight farewell
to the unattainable
oh that my blood were water thou thirst and thou and i in some far desert land how would i shed it gladly if but first it touched my lips before it reached the sand once all the gods were good to me i threw myself upon a poison snake that crept where my beloved a lesser love we knew than this which now consumes me holy slept
but thou alas what can i do for thee by fate and thine own beauty said above the need of all or any aid from me too high for service as too far for love
in the early early morning song by valgovind
the fields are full of poppies the skies are very blue by the temple in the coppice i wait beloved for you the level land is sunny and the errant air is gay scent of rose and honey will you come to me today from carbon walls above me smile lovers minnie a pair oh take this rose and love me she has twined it in her hair he advances she retreating pursues and holds her fast the sculptor left them meeting in a close embrace at last through centuries together in the carbon stone they lie in the glow of golden weather and endless azure sky oh that we who have for pleasure so short and scanned to stay should waste our summer leisure will you come to me today the temple bells are ringing for the marriage month has come i hear the women singing and the throbbing of the drum and when the song is failing or the drums a moment mute the weirdly wistful wailing of the melancholy flute
life has got to offer and little man to lose since today fate deigns to proffer oh wherefore then refuse to take this transient hour in the dusky temple gloom while the poppies are in flower and the mango trees bloom and if fate remember later and come to claim her do what sorrow will be greater than the joy i had with you for today lit by your laughter between the crushing years i will chance in the hereafter eternities of tears
reverie of mohammed akram at the tamarind tank
the desert is parched in the burning sun and the grass is scorched and white but the sand has passed and the march is done we are camping here tonight i sit in the shade of the temple walls while the...