From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek. ― Rabindranath Tagore, from “15,” The Gardener. (BookSurge Classics May 1,… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars. ― Rabindranath Tagore
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars, and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine. —Rabindranath Tagore, “V. I Would Still Ask For More ,” Lover’s Gifts. (Rupa & Co. January… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener (41) I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you; but I dare not, for fear you should laugh. That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest. I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so. I long to tell you the… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself. — Rabindranath Tagore, “CCCXIII,” Stray Birds. (Cosimo Classics September 1, 2004) Originally published 1913.
Fireflies My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living light twinkling in the dark. he voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs in these desultory lines. In the drowsy dark caves of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day’s caravan. Spring scatters the petals of flowers… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore