The Gardener XIX: You Walked (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
You walked by the riverside pathwith the full pitcher upon your hip. Why did you swiftly turn your faceand peep at ...
You walked by the riverside pathwith the full pitcher upon your hip. Why did you swiftly turn your faceand peep at ...
My boyhood was disappeared with mom's bier along the long road.I lost my first love on the road like a ...
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 1154, died at Toyama on Mount Hino, 24th June 1216) Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On ...
IIn far-off England, years ago, There dwelt a wise old sageWho, from the book of future years Could tare for ...
ITO THE GROCERY BOYBefore you send me up that card With rime and diction far from subtle,Hear what a now ...
I. The Builders Of The PyramidO, CELESTIAL Khu-fu, ThouKing, art Osiris now.Our lives were Thine, yet were we freeTo live ...
Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung --And far and wide from flashing fold The ...
Would there be elation and youth, the beloved and a chalice full;Several flowers and a few friends in a mellow ...
Nigh the mouldering staitheWhere the lads came to bathe,And the tidal river as it passesLicks with salty lipsThe wiry grassesWhere ...
In the seagirt land of the North,By the endless ebb and flow of the streaming tide,The tower keeps silent ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
"May be true what I had heard, Earth's a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force," Said I, strolling through ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the ...
You walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip. Why did you swiftly turn your face ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the ...
I give you now Professor Twist, A conscientious scientist, Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!" And sent him off to distant ...
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