The Gardener XIII: I Asked Nothing (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
My roots are deep in southern life; deeper than John Brown or Nat Turner or Robert Lee. I was sired and ...
When I called you in your gardenMango blooms were rich in fragrance -Why did you remain so distant,Keep your doors ...
I go as a ruleAt the coming of Yule,To a place where the sunshine's obtrusive ;At Hydros I'm found,Where dyspeptics ...
On the coast of Coromandel,Dance they to the tune of Handel;Chorally, that coral coastCorrelates the bone to ghost,Till word and ...
Kittens, you are very little,And your kitten bones are brittle,If you'd grow to Cats respected,See your play be not neglected.Smite ...
I rememberThe crackle of the palm treesOver the mooned white roofs of the town…The shining town…And the tender fumbling of ...
'TWAS down in Honolulu, Way off one night afar, The sea-breeze comin' cooler Across the coral bar, When Lulu's eyes ...
Our lives are hid; our trails are strange;We're scattered through the WestIn canyon cool, on blistered rangeOr windy mountain crest.Wherever ...
Forests, trees, rocks and hills give me joy that my mind yearns for. Each tree in the village speaks to ...
Sakal bun (or Saghan bhun) phool rahi sarson,Sakal bun phool rahi.....Umbva phutay, tesu phulay, koyal bolay daar daar,Aur gori karat ...
The hammock between two mango treesswayed in the sunken world.It was hot, windless.Above was the sun,between were leaves.It was broiling.And ...
There is a bird that hangs head-down and cries Between the mango leaves and passion vines. Below, a spotted serpent ...
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes ...
I was walking by the road, I do not know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled ...
Color of lemon, mango, peach, These storybook villas Still dream behind Shutters, thier balconies Fine as hand- Made lace, or ...
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
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