Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’
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I remember this poem studying at school. Such a beautiful poem still lingers on in my heart and soul
The meaning of life lies in considering the past but also moving on with the present into the possiblities of future.
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IT IS REALLY VERY GOOD POEM IF YOU ARE INTERESTED OR IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS POEM YOU FELL IT LIKE THAT IT'S HAPPENING IN YOUR REAL LIFE AND IT IS REALLY SUCH A NICE POEM
I read this poem in 1970 ,when I was in 9th class. Thanks google for search and Arrange it.
very well said dear poet..........poem is true vile of death and the matter of continuity of life.
Sacrifice is made for women, whether it was long before or it is presently now .
That indeed shows the mother's love! Nothing else moved that warrior's mom!
This poem is very short yet the poet manages to bring the essence of existence. The warrior lays down his life for his country. the reason for his death is unimportant to the poet. There the woman, his wife comes. The grief of parting has made her a stone, expressionless. Her household only knows that she has to cry otherwise the pent up grief will kill her. They think the remembrance of her dead love would make her cry but it becomes one of the futile efforts. However, the old maid knows very well what for a woman lives. She keeps her baby on her lap. There, the woman realizes that her world is not lost along with the death of her husband. She has a purpose to live; that is her baby. Yes. she has to live for the sake of her baby. The old lady, the mother and the baby represent the continuity of life. Everyone has to catch each other's hand and continue to live. The old knows how to handle a situation. the youngsters make life possible and the child, helpless, yet that is the purpose of all human endeavor.
a wonderful consoling. beautiful description. miracles will be done by elders actions. i fell on feet of tennyson if he alive. no words, tears closed my voice with deep tragedy..
A touching poem with expression of emotion as well as the feeling of patriotism.
What a poet he was....