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 ...
I THE DARKIn a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness Four-faced Brahma broods.nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim ...
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 ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of ...
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 ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the bamboo ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the ...
I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind. The ...
Palm-tree: single-legged giant, topping other trees, peering at the firmament -It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceiling and fly away, away, if only it had ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I ...
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.I sit on the river bank, sad and alone.The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ...
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
STRAY birds of summer come to my windowto sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and ...
41THE trees,like the longings of the earth,stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.42YOU smiled and talked to me of nothingand ...
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile. They must be aware of ...
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
91THE great earth makes herself hospitablewith the help of the grass. 92THE birth and death of the leavesare the rapid whirls ...
81WHAT is this unseen flame of darknesswhose sparks are the stars?82LET life be beautiful like summer flowersand death like autumn ...
One day in spring, a woman cameIn my lonely woods,In the lovely form of the Beloved.Came, to give to my ...
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it. 72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh ...
I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't ...
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
When the two sisters go to fetchwater, they come to this spot andthey smile. They must be aware of somebodywho stands ...
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset washiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight ...
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, ...
Speak to me, my love! Tell me inwords what you sang. The night is dark. The stars arelost in clouds. The ...
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