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- The Gardener -
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Sunday, September 30, 2007
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Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand Still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
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When she passed by me with quick steps, the end of her skirt touched me.
From the unknown island of a heart came a sudden warm breath of spring.
A flutter of a flitting touch brushed me and vanished in a moment, like a torn flower petal blown in the breeze.
It fell upon my heart like a sigh of her body and whisper of her heart.
- Both poems from 'The Gardener' by Rabindranath Tagore, translated from Bengali.
BEAUTIFUL
there are 85 poems in this book and they are ALL as BEAUTIFUL as these two.
If you let the imagery play in your mind, take the time to see everything he describes, you will be in a whole nother place and feel the same things he felt while he wrote his poem. I reccomend The Gardener.
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