Sleep-Steale (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch waterfrom the ...
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch waterfrom the ...
Music is silenced, the dark descending slowlyHas stripped unending skies of all companions.Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane. Every day I meet the hawker ...
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands. Imagine that my boat is ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to ...
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect ...
At midnight the would-be asceticannounced: "This is the time to give up myhome and seek for God. Ah, who hasheld me ...
There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice.My boat is crowded, it is heavily ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fieldssweep the shadows of the autumnclouds followed by the swift-chasingsun. The bees forget to sip their ...
No, my friends, I shall never be anascetic, whatever you may say. I shall never be and ascetic if shedoes not ...
In one salutation to thee, my God,let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.Like a ...
Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake ...
There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice. My boat is crowded, it is ...
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath ...
At midnight the would-be ascetic announced: "This is the time to give up my home and seek for God. Ah, ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift-chasing sun. The bees ...
No, my friends, I shall never be an ascetic, whatever you may say. I shall never be and ascetic if ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane. Every day I meet ...
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