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  1. The Casuarina Tree is a collection of short stories by W. Somerset Maugham, set in the Federated Malay States during the 1920s. It was first published by the UK publishing house Heinemann on September 2, 1926. The first American edition was published on September 17, 1926 by George H. Doran.

    • W. Somerset Maugham
    • 1926
  2. en.wikipedia.org › wiki › CasuarinaCasuarina - Wikipedia

    Casuarina, also known as she-oak, Australian pine and native pine, is a genus of flowering plants in the family Casuarinaceae, and is native to Australia, the Indian subcontinent, Southeast Asia, islands of the western Pacific Ocean, and eastern Africa.

  3. The Casuarina tree stands for nostalgia, longing, and memory, whereas the trees of England reflect her isolation. The final lines of the poem underscore the idea of a poem as a written memory. The poet seeks “Love” to protect the tree and her poem from time’s ravage.

    • Female
    • March 18, 1991
    • Poetry Analyst
  4. Casuarina equisetifolia, commonly known as coastal she-oak, horsetail she-oak, ironwood, beach sheoak, beach casuarina or whistling tree is a species of flowering plant in the family Casuarinaceae and is native to Australia, New Guinea, Southeast Asia and India.

  5. Our Casuarina Tree. LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round. The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound. No other tree could live. But gallantly. The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung. In crimson clusters all the boughs among,

  6. The poem "Our Casuarina Tree" is from Dutt's Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan (1882). It is one of Dutt's most famous poems, and it describes a tree near the speaker's home that she associates heavily with memories of her childhood and her siblings that have since died, "Who now in blessed sleep, for aye, repose."

  7. Toru Dutt. Like a huge Python, winding round and round. The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound. No other tree could live. But gallantly. The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung. In crimson clusters all the boughs among,