lyca join on the heart of sorrow the sunset hands on a cloud a golden strom of creating seeds of fair and frail and flute and leaves the wild wind blows in a cloud
hard to a voice that is calling to my heart in the voice of the wind by heart is very and sad and alone for it dreams like the floating leaves have gone and why should I still behind
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The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
by Sarojini Naidu
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The joy of autumn is similar to sun’s joy which appears after losing its sunshine during the time of sunset. Rather than its bright light, it appears to be golden and beautiful. These two lines suggest that the poet is trying to find joy in the loss of something.
In the third line, the poet says that during autumn, there is a golden storm of glittering sheaves. Glittering sheaves mean shining heaps/bundles of golden leaves which are fair and frail and fluttering i.e. they are pure golden, weak and flying here and there, thus producing a golden storm.
This wild wind blows in a cloud and it is what makes the clouds take away the joy of sunlight and make the leaves break from trees and break into small fragments that make the atmosphere golden.
The stanza is quite symbolic and has profound and deep meaning. The autumn here is the autumn of poet’s heart which has lost a dear one. There are clouds of sorrow on her heart. The fragments of weak leaves symbolise the pain of loss which blows like the wild wind on the heart.
In the second part of the poem, the poet asks to listen to a voice that is calling to her heart in the voice of the wind. The trees’ voice can be heard during the storm when it has leaves.
However, in autumn, its leaves become weak and tear away leaving the naked tree whose voice cannot be heard in the storm. Like the alone and sorrowful tree, the heart of the poet is also weary and sad and alone because like the leaves of the tree, it has lost its dreams or a beloved.
In the final line, there is a complete shift from remorse and mourning to a sense of moving on or change. As the trees after losing their joy (leaves) move on and hope for next spring, the poet says that she should also move on because there is no sense in mourning for something which is no more.