Lover’s Gifts XVI: She Dwelt Here By The Pool (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to ...
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 ...
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others. 62THE Perfect decks ...
Reverend sir, forgive this pair ofsinners. Spring winds to-day areblowing in wild eddies, driving dustand dead leaves away, and with ...
I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my ...
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this lifethen let me ever feel that I have missed ...
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it. 72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh ...
XIV I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box-a few small toys for thy memory to ...
I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't ...
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know mymeaning as the moon would fathom the sea.I have bared my ...
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
Why do you whisper so faintly inmy ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in theevening and cattle come ...
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these ...
I spent my day on the scorchinghot dust of the road.Now, in the cool of the evening, Iknock at the ...
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust danceand whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss ofheaven for our earth. He loves the light of ...
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 ...
Where are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! You have ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has ...
Light, oh where is the light?Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!There is the lamp but never a flicker ...
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream. In big black letters I write my ...
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance—-such is ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, beforethe winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached yourwayside ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child,like the birds that ...
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