The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling To Eyes (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
"Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see What beauty is, whence, why, ...
WHOSE imp art thou, with dimpled cheek,And curly pate and merry eye,And arm and shoulders round and sleek,And soft and ...
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,When I have no engagements written on my block,When no one comes to ...
Rise up, my Love, my fair one come away, For lo! the winter's past, the rain is gone, The flowers of earth ...
The disingenuousCharm of livingHas its advantagesProperly usingLips for smiling,Grace for posture,Limbs for loving,Inimitable gesture.The thinker enjoysA lonelier quality,Learning's shynessWith philosophy's ...
I wanted to go fishing one day,I felt a little despondent.I made between the cat's tailswith a hand an air ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by),And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt ...
Can I forget her crueltyWho, brown miracle, gave you me?Or with unmoisted eyes think onThe proud surrender overgone,(Lowlihead in haughty ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having waveredIn these affections; never through shyness ...
I -wake and find myself in love:And this one time I do not doubt.I only fear, and wander outTo hold ...
if you believe nothing is always what's left after a while, as I did, If you believe you have this ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain... But let my love ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness might A visible ...
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