by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)
weaving at break of day,
- Why do you weave a garment so gay?...
- Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
- We weave the robes of a new-born child.
- Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
- Why do you weave a garment so bright?...
- Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
- We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.
- Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
- What do you weave in the moonlight chill?...
- White as a feather and white as a cloud,
- We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.
POEMS BY SAROJINI NAIDU
"Indian Weavers" is reprinted
from The Golden Threshold. Sarojini Naidu. New York: John
Lane Company, 1916.