Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. The Golden Threshold is an off-campus annexe of University of Hyderabad. Contents. 1 History; 2 The Museum; 3 Significance; 4 References. History. The building was the residence of Sarojini Naidu’s father Aghornath. It was named after Naidu’s collection of poetry. Golden Threshold now houses Sarojini Naidu School of Arts & Communication.
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It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published. Where’er the radiance of thy coming fall, Shall dawn for thee sarjini saffron footcloths spread, Sunset her purple canopies and red, In serried splendour, and the night unfold Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
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London, Hyderabad, Love, must I dwell in the living dark? This volume contains the beautiful ‘Indian Love-Song’, as well as many other moving verses. Her desirealways, was to be “a wild free thing of the air like the birds, with a song in my heart. Nitin Bana rated it it was amazing Mar 30, Retrieved 19 February Oh dear, night and day the experiments are going on, and every man who brings a new prescription is welcome as a brother.
And along with this wisdomas of age or of the age of a race, there was what I can hardly call less than an agony of sensation. How shall we reach the great, unknown Nirvana of thy Lotus-throne?
At thirteen I wrote a drama of lines, a full-fledged passionate thing that I began on the spur of the moment without forethought, just to spite my doctor who said I was very ill and must not touch a book. The Feather of The Dawn which contained poems written in by Naidu was edited and published posthumously in by her daughter Padmaja Naidu. With futile hands we seek to gain Our inaccessible desireDiviner summits to attainWith faith that sinks and feet that tire; But nought shall conquer or control The heavenward hunger of our soul.
Govindarajulu Naidu and settled down in Hyderabad.
And she nxidu them with amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a nice child, a child or a toy, not dreaming that she is saying to herself sorrowfully: The votaries of the Prophet’s faithOf whom you are the crown and chief And they, who bear on Vedic brows Their mystic symbols of belief. Do you remember Pater’s phrase about Leonardo da Vinci, ‘curiosity and the desire of beauty’?
The Golden Threshold
My soul threehold bent low with the pain And the burden of love, like the grace Of a flower that is smitten with rain: In Praise Of Henna. Resources in your library Resources in other libraries.
See the goldne river that flashes and scintillates, Curved like a tusk from the mouth of the city-gates. O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest?
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. It was named after Naidu’s collection of poetry. Give o’er the wanton strife, You are the heart within my heart, the life within my life.
Emily Kosnow rated it it was amazing May 31, So may the lustre of your days Outshine the deeds Firdusi sung, Your name within a nation’s prayer, Your music on a nation’s tongue. Prince, where your radiant cities smile, Grim hills their sombre vigils keep, Your ancient forests hoard and hold The legends of their centuried sleep; Your birds of peace white-pinioned float O’er ruined fort and storied plain, Your faithful stewards sleepless guard The harvests of your gold and grain.
Naidu was said to have asked the nurse attending to her to sing to her at about Inher first collection of poems, named The Golden Threshold was published. Therein I treasure the spice and scent Of rich and passionate memories blent Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove, Of song and sorrow and life and love.
Dream yields to dream, strife follows a strife, And Death unweaves the webs of life. But in Italy she found what she could not find in England, and from Italy her letters are radiant. Yes, looking with dreaming eyes, I have found them sitting under the olives, in their grave, strong, antique beauty–Etruscan gods! Sarojini was the eldest of a large family, all of whom were taught English at an early age.
Return to Book Page. Her brother Virendranath Chattopadhyaya was a revolutionary, and another brother Harindranath was a poet, a dramatist, and an actor. To my Fairy Fancies. Lone in the light of that magical grove, I felt the stars of the spirits of Love Gather and gleam round my delicate youth, And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth ; To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep.