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Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Originally posted by: aahana86
guys perhaps i think thou not a sisterly thing i just remembered this poem i had read in school ... somewhere on the same lines of this track's context ... may be i am crazy but i totally loved and adored this poem in school and hence i suppose it came back to me today 😳😳
u may think i am crazy 😆 but couldnt resistHome they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.Rose a nurse of ninety years,i think this poem basically explains the need to accept our grief mostly ... the widow over here is numbed by the news of her husband dying but her child is the shock - the reason that jolted her back to reality snapping her - and also with the tears acknowledging that despite the grief she has to live and move on - her child now her reason for living
Set his child upon her knee'
Like summer tempest came her tears'
'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'
ahaana this poem is sooo BEAUTIFUL .. I remember crying buckets when I'd read this back during my school days .. its sooo soo beautiful that thers no words for it ..
its like, she is numbed the the news of her husband and she has lost ALL the will power to live.. because what can she live for, when a part of her is gone? her soul is gone? and then when the nurse places the child on her lap she realises, that God has still given her a chance to live..via that child, thats a part of HIM .. a part of THEM..God snatched away her reason for living, but gave her a new reason to live instead .. she wud live him via her child ..and she wud give her child all the joy that thy both had thought of giving her .. and she can only accept her husband's death when she realised her reason of living ..
this poem is sooo beautiful..thanks soo much for putting it here 🤗 its gotten me all nostalgic..
^^ yup u said it ahaana .. and thats the reason of his living too..like he said the other day when he met her .. reliving her ofher pain and grief .. whether or not they get back together, is something he isnt thinking abt..right now, he jus wants to relive her off her pain ..
Originally posted by: aahana86
guys perhaps i think thou not a sisterly thing i just remembered this poem i had read in school ... somewhere on the same lines of this track's context ... may be i am crazy but i totally loved and adored this poem in school and hence i suppose it came back to me today 😳😳
u may think i am crazy 😆 but couldnt resist
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.Rose a nurse of ninety years,i think this poem basically explains the need to accept our grief mostly ... the widow over here is numbed by the news of her husband dying but her child is the shock - the reason that jolted her back to reality snapping her - and also with the tears acknowledging that despite the grief she has to live and move on - her child now her reason for living
Set his child upon her knee'
Like summer tempest came her tears'
'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'