Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts,Is but a sugar-coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To ...
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should ...
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I. The night is black, the clouds in the ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of ...
O mad, superbly drunk; If you kick open your doors andplay the fool in public; If you empty your bag in a ...
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch waterfrom the ...
Ah me, why did they build myhouse by the road to the markettown? They moor their laden boats nearmy trees. They come ...
Music is silenced, the dark descending slowlyHas stripped unending skies of all companions.Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked ...
Let your work be, bride. Listen, theguest has come. Do you hear, he is gently shakingthe chain which fastens the door? See ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you ...
In the village they call her the dark girlbut to me she is the flower KrishnakaliOn a cloudy day in ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I ...
Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my being,art thou pleased, Lord of my Life?For I give to thee my ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane. Every day I meet the hawker ...
STRAY birds of summer come to my windowto sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and ...
When I called you in your gardenMango blooms were rich in fragrance -Why did you remain so distant,Keep your doors ...
11SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.12"WHAT language is thine, O sea?" "The ...
91THE great earth makes herself hospitablewith the help of the grass. 92THE birth and death of the leavesare the rapid whirls ...
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
Why do you whisper so faintly inmy ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in theevening and cattle come ...
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these ...
I spent my day on the scorchinghot dust of the road.Now, in the cool of the evening, Iknock at the ...
Light, oh where is the light?Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!There is the lamp but never a flicker ...
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream. In big black letters I write my ...
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance—-such is ...
When I go alone at night to mylove-tryst, birds do not sing, the winddoes not stir, the houses on both ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, ...
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their firstsplendor, the gods held their assembly in the ...
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