The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Let your work be, bride. Listen, theguest has come. Do you hear, he is gently shakingthe chain which fastens the door? See ...
Let your work be, bride. Listen, theguest has come. Do you hear, he is gently shakingthe chain which fastens the door? See ...
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric columnSupports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larchStands next door ...
The song is gone; the danceis secret with the dancers in the earth,the ritual useless, and the tribal storylost in ...
TIME was, not very long ago,When Mabel's walking skirtTrailed half a yard behind to showHow well she swept the dirt.But ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
GREEN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading,High wave the reeds in the transparent floods,The oak its sear and ...
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* ...
My God, I read this day,That planted Paradise was not so firmAs ...
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow;But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go.He ...
A shoe with legs, a stone dropped from heaven, he does his mournful work alone, he is the old prospector ...
Who gives him the Bath? "I," said the wet, Rank-Jungle-sweat, "I'll give him the Bath!" Who'll sing the psalms? "We," ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Let your work be, bride. Listen, the guest has come. Do you hear, he is gently shaking the chain which ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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