Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the... Continue Reading →

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