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1 Intro, 2 | W.B. YEATS September 1912 ~
2 Text, 49 | I had gone a-begging from door to door in the
3 Text, 40 | this ragged beggar girl a-tremble with shame and pride, like
4 Intro | there are Gogonendranath and Abanindranath Tagore, who are artists;
5 Text, 62 | shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and
6 Text, 62 | and that there also thou abidest. ~Through birth and death,
7 Text, 40 | coming---all the lights ablaze, golden pennons flying over
8 Text, 69 | endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives
9 Text, 82 | them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring
10 Intro | music.' I thought of the abundance, of the simplicity of the
11 Text, 99 | audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the music
12 Text, 13 | making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and
13 Text, 19 | sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed
14 Text, 27 | the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. ~
15 Text, 3 | power gives me strength to act. ~
16 Text, 34 | ever-widening thought and action--- ~Into that heaven of freedom,
17 Intro | long mythological poems adapted from the Sanskrit in the
18 Text, 64 | in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them. Thou givest
19 Text, 29 | earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every
20 Intro | played in Calcutta. I so much admire the completeness of his
21 Text, 1 | one sweet harmony---and my adoration spreads wings like a glad
22 Text, 51 | hast given me thy sword for adornment. No more doll's decorations
23 Text, 6 | My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress
24 Text, 7 | himself from the world, and is afraid even to move. ~Mother, it
25 | afterwards
26 Text, 40 | at the roadside standing agape, when they see thee come
27 Text, 44 | Every moment and every age, every day and every night
28 Text, 12 | rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart. ~
29 Text, 70 | many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms and hopes; waves rise up
30 Intro | his knees and the birds alight upon his hands.' I notice
31 Intro, 2 | times, remembering the birds alighting on his brother's hands,
32 Text, 53 | could give water to thee to allay thy thirst will cling to
33 Text, 86 | lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. ~
34 Text, 49 | and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and
35 | along
36 | already
37 Text, 30 | wealth and power, and I amassed in my own treasure-house
38 Text, 2 | I ever listen in silent amazement. ~The light of thy music
39 | amongst
40 Text, 16 | in vain have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love
41 Text, 82 | stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
42 Text, 13 | by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of
43 | any
44 | anything
45 Intro, 1 | for our time was coming on apace---he was sung by minstrels
46 Text, 65 | reigned yet dwelled alone and apart. ~many a man knocked at
47 Text, 76 | thee as my God and stand apart---I do not know thee as my
48 Text, 49 | when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous
49 Text, 9 | and lost. ~Pride can never approach to where thou walkest in
50 Text, 44 | the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path
51 Text, 39 | and days, my God, in my arid heart. The horizon is fiercely
52 Intro, 2 | before our thoughts had arisen between them and us. At
53 Text, 84 | power? Where were their armour and their arms? ~They looked
54 Intro | dark-skinned man who was arranging their Chinese prints and
55 Text, 43 | sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see. ~In the
56 Text, 50 | that the last guest had arrived for the night and the doors
57 Text, 84 | dropped the bow and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads,
58 Text, 84 | poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them
59 Intro | Abanindranath Tagore, who are artists; and Dwijendranath, Rabindranath'
60 Text, 51 | morning bird twitters and asks, 'Woman, what hast thou
61 Text, 53 | shadow of the tree fell aslant, and the women had gone
62 Text, 46 | door when I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends,
63 Text, 1 | feet which I could never aspire to reach. ~Drunk with the
64 Text, 77 | splendour, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang 'Oh,
65 Text, 11 | world with the flood of the assurance 'I am!' ~
66 Text, 45 | why today my life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous
67 Text, 51 | sword is with me to cut asunder my bonds, and there shall
68 Intro, 1 | has ceased to hold our attention. We know that we must at
69 Text, 99 | the deathless. ~Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss
70 Text, 29 | silent dark? ~I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape
71 Intro, 1 | rivers. Lovers, while they await one another, shall find,
72 Intro, 1 | the servant or the bride awaiting the master's home-coming
73 Text, 46 | first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his
74 Text, 24 | in a fresher gladness of awakening. ~
75 Text, 71 | the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden
76 Text, 69 | seasons come dancing and pass away---colours, tunes, and perfumes
77 Text, 96 | upon thy feet stands in awe with all its silent stars. ~
78 Text, 67 | is why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic
79 Text, 53 | But I languidly lingered awhile lost in the midst of vague
80 Text, 45 | thee hidden from me for aye. ~In many a morning and
81 Intro, 2 | not how to cast nets.' ~W.B. YEATS September 1912 ~
82 Text, 53 | unseen dark, and perfume of babla flowers came from the bend
83 Intro, 1 | believed in Him; yet looking backward upon our life we discover,
84 Text, 2 | into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart
85 Text, 49 | the day's end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least
86 Text, 59 | Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like
87 Text, 20 | clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow
88 Intro | questioned some Florentine banker or Lombard merchant as I
89 Text, 56 | s river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is
90 Text, 47 | dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, and I laid myself
91 Text, 50 | lead him into thy rooms all bare!' ~Open the doors, let the
92 Text, 97 | recess of its honey will be bared. ~From the blue sky an eye
93 Text, 70 | curves, casting away all barren lines of straightness. ~
94 Text, 47 | went not to the village for barter; we spoke not a word nor
95 Intro, 1 | more bitter passion may bathe and renew its youth. At
96 Text, 10 | and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship
97 Text, 60 | rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched
98 Text, 66 | basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of beauty, silently
99 Text, 38 | peace and rest. ~When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut
100 Intro, 1 | aside when the work of life begins, but, as the generations
101 Text, 52 | uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or think of. ~
102 Intro | Nietzsche that we must not believe in the moral or intellectual
103 Intro, 1 | hardly it may be that we believed in Him; yet looking backward
104 Text, 87 | no more your praise. The bells in the evening proclaim
105 Intro, 1 | have we in common with St. Bernard covering his eyes that they
106 Text, 26 | my heart? Ah, death were better by far for thee! ~Misery
107 Text, 16 | laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade them
108 Intro, 1 | gulf wherein their own more bitter passion may bathe and renew
109 Text, 49 | gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had
110 Text, 68 | the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into
111 Intro, 1 | Francis and to William Blake who have seemed so alien
112 Text, 15 | and thus my life has been blessed. My eyes have seen and my
113 Text, 95 | of light, and thus am I blessed---let this be my parting
114 Text, 38 | of a king. ~When desire blinds the mind with delusion and
115 Text, 62 | that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one
116 Text, 81 | and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou
117 Text, 60 | sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs---does anybody
118 Text, 12 | wishing in my heart. ~The blossom has not opened; only the
119 Text, 19 | this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart. ~
120 Text, 80 | into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into
121 Intro, 1 | Flowers and rivers, the blowing of conch shells, the heavy
122 Text, 98 | placed. ~These my lamps are blown out at every little puff
123 Text, 101| I boasted among men that I had known
124 Text, 61 | summer breeze brings to my body---when I kiss you to make
125 Text, 51 | flashing as a flame, heavy as a bolt of thunder. The young light
126 Text, 90 | for thee; for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. ~
127 Text, 51 | hurts me when press it to my bosom. Yet shall I bear in my
128 Intro | squirrels come from the boughs and climb on to his knees
129 Intro | our churches---we of the Brahma Samaj use your word 'church'
130 Text | hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally
131 Text, 90 | garland is ready for the bridegroom. After the wedding the bride
132 Text, 86 | face. ~I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing
133 Intro | moved me, I would go to the British Museum and find books in
134 Text, 47 | The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;
135 Text, 10 | toil and in sweat of thy brow. ~
136 Text, 53 | had gone home with their brown earthen pitchers full to
137 Text, 70 | innumerable figures with the brush of the night and the day.
138 Text, 94 | this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight! ~
139 Text, 28 | dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and
140 Text, 87 | unlit. ~Many new images are built by masters of cunning art
141 Text, 8 | own door! ~Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear
142 Intro | from the west of India into Burma wherever Bengali is spoken.
143 Text, 72 | Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy,
144 Text, 47 | rift of the clouds while we busily went on our way and paid
145 Text, 56 | passes over the earth. ~The butterflies spread their sails on the
146 Text, 88 | the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But
147 Text, 70 | thine own being and then callest thy severed self in myriad
148 Text, 86 | I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and
149 Text, 55 | decked thyself in beauty to captivate my heart. And for this thy
150 Text, 40 | pennons flying over thy car, and they at the roadside
151 Text, 28 | this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my
152 Text, 96 | On those days I never cared to know the meaning of songs
153 Text, 30 | who forged this chain very carefully. I thought my invincible
154 Text, 91 | death thy world with its careless treasures. Rare is its lowliest
155 Text, 63 | she said, 'to join the carnival of lamps.' I stood and watched
156 Text, 48 | all hours. But the simple carol of this novice struck at
157 Text, 66 | through trackless paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in
158 Text, 69 | perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that
159 Intro | When we were making the cathedrals had we a like reverence
160 Intro | that our minds gradually cease to be creative, and yet
161 Text, 26 | with clouds and the rain is ceaseless. I know not what this is
162 Intro, 1 | longer the sanctity of the cell and of the scourge; being
163 Text, 56 | dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes,
164 Text, 38 | king, and come with the ceremony of a king. ~When desire
165 Text, 81 | time we must scramble for a chances. We are too poor to be late. ~
166 Intro | him our love.' I may have changed his well-chosen words in
167 Intro, 2 | near to children, and the changes of the seasons great events
168 Text, 10 | Leave this chanting and singing and telling
169 Text, 43 | the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes
170 Text, 42 | turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, and the
171 Text, 46 | my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds, by the riot of
172 Text, 61 | and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of
173 Intro | Brahma Samaj use your word 'church' in English---it was the
174 Intro | divine service in one of our churches---we of the Brahma Samaj
175 Intro, 1 | has filled itself with the circumstance of their lives. The traveller
176 Intro, 1 | hills, in that mysterious claim that we have made, unavailingly
177 Text, 76 | thyself as mine, there to clasp thee to my heart and take
178 Text, 34 | towards perfection; ~Where the clear stream of reason has not
179 Intro | come from the boughs and climb on to his knees and the
180 Text, 53 | to allay thy thirst will cling to my heart and enfold it
181 Text, 76 | thee as my own and come closer. I know thee as my father
182 Text, 16 | with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade
183 Text, 67 | numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues everchanging. ~
184 Intro | the same veil of obvious comedy and half-serious depreciation.
185 Text, 76 | I stand not where thou comest down and ownest thyself
186 Text, 40 | sudden splendour of thy coming---all the lights ablaze,
187 Text, 14 | dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand
188 Text, 1 | When thou commandest me to sing it seems that
189 Text, 14 | harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence. ~
190 Text, 9 | keepest company with the companionless among the poorest, the lowliest,
191 Text, 47 | limbs on the grass. ~My companions laughed at me in scorn;
192 Text, 30 | done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found
193 Intro | Calcutta. I so much admire the completeness of his life; when he was
194 Text, 19 | the summer seeking for its completion. ~I knew not then that it
195 Intro, 1 | and rivers, the blowing of conch shells, the heavy rain of
196 Text, 50 | Open the doors, let the conch-shells be sounded! in the depth
197 Intro, 1 | these without derogation or condescension, for it has known that they
198 Intro, 2 | writing a pleasure, being confident in some general design,
199 Text, 49 | to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and
200 Intro | That is the hereditary connoisseur of the Mikado, he is the
201 Intro, 1 | weariness or exaltation to consider a voluntary forsaking; but
202 Text, 94 | find in the left one its consolation. ~
203 Text, 42 | Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among
204 Intro, 2 | civilization itself, has been content to discover the soul and
205 Intro | it. If our life was not a continual warfare, we would not have
206 Intro | hours before they could continue their journey.' He then
207 Intro, 2 | spontaneity. He often seems to contrast life with that of those
208 Text, 47 | to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. Withered leaves
209 Text, 49 | the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee. ~But
210 Text, 47 | through strange, far-away countries. All honour to you, heroic
211 Text, 4 | their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. ~
212 Text, 50 | mat and spread it in the courtyard. With the storm has come
213 Text, 10 | shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put of thy holy
214 Intro, 1 | common with St. Bernard covering his eyes that they may not
215 Text, 23 | wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed
216 Text, 27 | my room ~The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and
217 Text, 51 | weeping in corners, no more coyness and sweetness of demeanour.
218 Text, 59 | while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children,
219 Intro | men have come out of its cradles. 'Today,' he said, 'there
220 Text, 102| Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back
221 Intro, 1 | loved, the emotion that created this insidious sweetness. '
222 Intro | minds gradually cease to be creative, and yet we cannot help
223 Text, 40 | shame and pride, like a creeper in a summer breeze. ~But
224 Text, 60 | that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of
225 Intro, 1 | Chaucer wrote his Troilus and Cressida, and thought he had written
226 Text, 56 | jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light. ~
227 Intro | propagandist writing, much criticism? We have to do so much,
228 Intro, 1 | a Kempis or John of the Cross, that cries, 'And because
229 Text, 38 | When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break
230 Text, 75 | struggle, among hurrying crowds shall I stand before thee
231 Text, 13 | in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from
232 Text, 37 | unconsciousness rings the cry---'I want thee, only thee'. ~
233 Text, 53 | leaves rustled overhead; the cuckoo sang from the unseen dark,
234 Intro, 1 | long. The work of a supreme culture, they yet appear as much
235 Text, 87 | are built by masters of cunning art and carried to the holy
236 Text, 52 | wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured
237 Intro | illustrious. The other day the curator of a museum pointed out
238 Text, 102| diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence
239 Text, 25 | side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable
240 Text, 91 | silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes. ~Yet stars
241 Text, 52 | to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread
242 Text, 70 | in wondrous mysteries of curves, casting away all barren
243 Text, 51 | Thy sword is with me to cut asunder my bonds, and there
244 Text | hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through
245 Text, 93 | traveller, and though there are dangers on the way I have no fear
246 Intro | translations from Petrarch or from Dante, would have found no books
247 Text, 51 | should ask of thee---but I dared not---the rose wreath thou
248 Intro, 1 | abundant, so spontaneous, so daring in his passion, so full
249 Intro | pointed out to me a little dark-skinned man who was arranging their
250 Text, 50 | The night darkened. Our day's works had been
251 Text, 17 | heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou
252 Text, 53 | traveller.' I started up from my day-dreams and poured water from my
253 Text, 63 | lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west.' I stood
254 Text, 88 | master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech
255 Text, 59 | smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads
256 Text, 27 | yet hug it in love. ~My debts are large, my failures great,
257 Text, 65 | and fallen the growth and decay of my life. ~Over my thoughts
258 Text, 54 | friend is sitting all alone. Deceive him not. Wake, oh awaken! ~
259 Text, 6 | has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our
260 Text, 63 | she said at last, 'to dedicate my lamp to the sky.' I stood
261 Text, 4 | face with thee, and to sing dedication of live in this silent and
262 Text, 83 | overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires,
263 Intro, 1 | unnatural, or in need of defence. These verses will not lie
264 Intro, 1 | rhythm, of untranslatable delicacies of colour, of metrical invention---
265 Text, 72 | doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and
266 Text, 11 | of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood
267 Text, 38 | desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one,
268 Text, 51 | coyness and sweetness of demeanour. Thou hast given me thy
269 Text, 51 | morning, when thou didst depart, to find a few fragments
270 Intro | comedy and half-serious depreciation. When we were making the
271 Intro, 1 | outward to these without derogation or condescension, for it
272 Text, 34 | its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; ~Where
273 Intro, 2 | confident in some general design, just as we fight and make
274 Text, 86 | In desperate hope I go and search for
275 Text, 60 | first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning---the smile that
276 Text, 60 | among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there
277 Text, 38 | tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me
278 Text, 86 | seen through tears. ~Oh, dip my emptied life into that
279 Text, 39 | burning the heart with dire despair. ~Let the cloud
280 Text, 77 | stopped, and they cried in dismay---'Yes, that lost star was
281 Text, 35 | me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees
282 Intro, 1 | of metrical invention---display in their thought a world
283 Text, 1 | All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one
284 Text, 49 | chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and
285 Intro | few days ago I said to a distinguished Bengali doctor of medicine, '
286 Text, 37 | without end. All desires that distract me, day and night, are false
287 Text, 102| songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current
288 Text, 76 | but I heed them not, I divide not my earnings with them,
289 Intro, 1 | common mind which---as one divines---runs through all, is not,
290 Intro | a distinguished Bengali doctor of medicine, 'I know no
291 Intro | as though they held that doctrine of Nietzsche that we must
292 Intro, 1 | surprise, because he is doing something which has never
293 Intro, 2 | all dull things in the doing---while Mr. Tagore, like
294 Text, 51 | sword for adornment. No more doll's decorations for me! ~
295 Text, 34 | into fragments by narrow domestic walls; ~Where words come
296 Text, 16 | and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right in their
297 Text, 63 | face and stood for a moment doubtful. 'I have come,' she said
298 Text, 47 | rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. Withered
299 Text, 40 | shame that I keep for my dowry this poverty. Ah, I hug
300 Intro, 1 | as with us, broken into a dozen minds that know nothing
301 Text, 26 | moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my
302 Text, 72 | pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours
303 Text, 66 | trackless paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in her golden pitcher
304 Text, 24 | worship. It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the
305 Text, 21 | and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue
306 Text, 51 | perfumed water---it is thy dreadful sword. ~I sit and muse in
307 Text, 63 | flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide. ~In the silence
308 Text, 64 | What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God,
309 Text, 3 | mind. ~I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart
310 Text, 5 | delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. ~
311 Text, 23 | closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk. ~From the
312 Text, 6 | me; their jingling would drown thy whispers. ~My poet's
313 Text, 56 | The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood
314 Text, 47 | of noon. The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow
315 Text, 50 | was still dark when the drum sounded. The voice came '
316 Text, 1 | never aspire to reach. ~Drunk with the joy of singing
317 Text, 30 | treasure-house the money due to my king. When sleep overcame
318 Intro, 2 | heads with politics---all dull things in the doing---while
319 Text, 28 | name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building
320 Text, 23 | whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose strength is exhausted,
321 Intro | that they must do their duties.' ~
322 Intro, 1 | his eyes that they may not dwell upon the beauty of the lakes
323 Text, 65 | dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart. ~many a
324 Intro | Tagore, who are artists; and Dwijendranath, Rabindranath's brother,
325 Text, 61 | the heart of the listening earth---when I sing to make you
326 Text, 52 | flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash. ~
327 Text, 68 | of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. ~I feel my
328 Text, 70 | me. ~The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured
329 Text, 42 | playroom are the same that are echoing from star to star. ~
330 Text, 52 | last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke
331 Intro | and the rowers waited for eight hours before they could
332 | else
333 | elsewhere
334 Text, 21 | walkest, silent as night, eluding all watchers. ~Today the
335 Text, 72 | renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand
336 Text, 46 | stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep. ~
337 Text | This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest
338 Text, 28 | He whom I enclose with my name is weeping
339 Text, 66 | the nest is thy love that encloses the soul with colours and
340 Text, 3 | heart. ~And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions,
341 Text, 23 | empty before the voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and
342 Text, 18 | heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and
343 Intro | readers. Four-fifths of our energy is spent in the quarrel
344 Text, 53 | will cling to my heart and enfold it in sweetness. The morning
345 Intro, 1 | there was but one mind in England, Chaucer wrote his Troilus
346 Intro | Museum and find books in English that would tell me something
347 Intro | use your word 'church' in English---it was the largest in Calcutta
348 Intro | the world.' I said, 'An Englishman living in London in the
349 Text, 64 | and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me. ~
350 Text, 7 | rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common
351 Intro | equal; we call this the epoch of Rabindranath. No poet
352 Intro | poets, but none that are his equal; we call this the epoch
353 Text, 85 | He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow
354 Intro | We have to do so much, especially in my own country, that
355 Text | breathed through it melodies eternally new. ~At the immortal touch
356 Intro | seems to me as famous in Europe as he is among us. He is
357 Intro, 1 | Renaissance the writing of European saints---however familiar
358 Text, 16 | codes to bind me fast; but I evade them ever, for I am only
359 Text, 71 | the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver,
360 Text, 45 | In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been
361 Text, 87 | favour still refused. In the eventide, when fires and shadows
362 Intro, 2 | changes of the seasons great events as before our thoughts had
363 Text, 79 | roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted
364 Text, 21 | has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue sky. ~The woodlands
365 Text, 34 | led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--- ~Into
366 Text, 67 | and colouring it with hues everchanging. ~It is so light and so
367 Text, 30 | I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and
368 Text, 74 | undiminished. ~The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through
369 Text, 3 | shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep
370 Intro, 1 | moments of weariness or exaltation to consider a voluntary
371 Text, 97 | will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart
372 | except
373 Text, 57 | flow over in the riotous excess of the grass, the joy that
374 Text, 95 | honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and
375 Text, 93 | journey with empty hands and expectant heart. ~I shall put on my
376 Intro, 1 | life we discover, in our exploration of the pathways of woods,
377 Intro | emotion, 'words can never express what I owed at seventeen
378 Text, 97 | bared. ~From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me and summon
379 Text, 56 | world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening
380 Text, 81 | pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest
381 Text, 20 | And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and
382 Text, 41 | upon the shore and in the fading light the seabirds come
383 Text, 65 | song. ~Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has
384 Text, 27 | My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and
385 Text, 7 | of entrance to the great fair of common human life. ~
386 Text, 60 | its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of
387 Text, 20 | yellow leaves flutter and fall. ~What emptiness do you
388 Text, 37 | distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core. ~
389 Text, 82 | thy breast. ~Wealth and fame come from thee and it is
390 Intro, 1 | European saints---however familiar their metaphor and the general
391 Text, 1 | touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet
392 Intro, 2 | have loved more after our fashion, and have more seeming weight
393 Text, 16 | and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade them ever,
394 Text, 26 | of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart? Ah, death were
395 Text, 99 | the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the
396 Intro, 1 | the parting that this book fathoms all. We had not known that
397 Text, 87 | wanders ever longing for favour still refused. In the eventide,
398 Text, 47 | with thy smile. How I had feared that the path was long and
399 Text, 85 | is dark and my heart is fearful---yet I will take up the
400 Text, 15 | It was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument,
401 Text, 64 | thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness
402 Text, 45 | life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing
403 Text, 76 | father and bow before thy feet---I do not grasp thy hand
404 Text, 33 | my life---and that is the fetter of thy love.
405 Text, 33 | Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound
406 Text, 74 | to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant
407 Text, 52 | up earthly sense with one fierce flash. ~Beautiful is thy
408 Text, 39 | arid heart. The horizon is fiercely naked---not the thinnest
409 Intro, 2 | general design, just as we fight and make money and fill
410 Text | emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. ~
411 Text, 27 | sweep away the tinsel that fills my room ~The shroud that
412 Text, 7 | no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keeps one shut off
413 Text, 4 | that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. ~Away from the
414 Text, 50 | Lo, there is the king's flag!' We stood up on our feet
415 Text, 23 | no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil
416 Text, 24 | thee. ~Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation
417 Text, 26 | but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart?
418 Text, 51 | It is thy mighty sword, flashing as a flame, heavy as a bolt
419 Intro, 1 | music, where the cry of the flesh and the cry of the soul
420 Text, 26 | is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy
421 Text, 60 | The sleep that flits on baby's eyes---does anybody
422 Text, 20 | notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore? ~
423 Text, 102| salutation to thee. ~Like a flock of homesick cranes flying
424 Text, 58 | The morning light has flooded my eyes---this is thy message
425 Text, 47 | saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile.
426 Intro | would have questioned some Florentine banker or Lombard merchant
427 Text, 90 | and all my love have ever flowed towards thee in depth of
428 Text, 87 | It brings the tidings of flowers---the flowers that for your
429 Text, 93 | my friends! The sky is flushed with the dawn and my path
430 Text, 78 | been decked out and the flutes sound and the laughter there
431 Text, 20 | shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall. ~What emptiness
432 Text, 81 | to wait. ~Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a
433 Text, 29 | tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? ~
434 Text, 67 | and sighs and songs. ~With fond delight thou wrappest about
435 Text, 8 | O Fool, try to carry thyself upon
436 Text, 54 | of your heart? At every footfall of yours, will not the harp
437 Text, 9 | Here is thy footstool and there rest thy feet
438 Text, 46 | leave the way open to him---forbid him not. ~If the sounds
439 Text, 24 | trust upon thee. ~Let me not force my flagging spirit into
440 Text, 73 | chance to meet. There at the fording in the little boat the unknown
441 Text, 58 | leaving its coolness upon my forehead. ~The morning light has
442 Text, 84 | arrow; peace was on their foreheads, and they had left the fruits
443 Intro, 1 | Rabindranath Tagore, like Chaucer's forerunners, writes music for his words,
444 Text, 99 | tune it to the notes of forever, and when it has sobbed
445 Text, 30 | said the prisoner, 'who forged this chain very carefully.
446 Text, 47 | spread over my heart. I forgot for what I had travelled,
447 Text, 42 | sorrows of my trivial days forgotten. ~Thou didst not turn in
448 Text, 85 | my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last
449 Intro, 1 | to consider a voluntary forsaking; but how can we, who have
450 Text, 98 | and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where
451 Text, 34 | Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening
452 Intro | find hearers and readers. Four-fifths of our energy is spent in
453 Intro | of the Mikado, he is the fourteenth of his family to hold the
454 Text, 44 | comes, ever comes.' ~In the fragrant days of sunny April through
455 Intro, 1 | for a like voice to St. Francis and to William Blake who
456 Text, 7 | In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he
457 Text, 24 | to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening. ~
458 Text, 22 | by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy
459 Text, 35 | strength to make my love fruitful in service. ~Give me the
460 Text, 80 | and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. ~I was tired and sleeping
461 Text, 74 | Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run
462 Text, 90 | O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death,
463 Text, 86 | plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that
464 Intro, 1 | our own mood, when it is furthest from 'a Kempis or John of
465 Text, 20 | with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger. ~
466 Text, 78 | me ever feel that I have gained nothing---let me not forget
467 Text, 97 | deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never
468 Text, 93 | struck up from the King's gateway. ~
469 Text, 13 | simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky
470 Text, 63 | a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. '
471 Text, 83 | sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from
472 Text, 17 | long, rainy hours. ~I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of
473 Text, 12 | voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road
474 Text, 59 | the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless
475 Text, 79 | paint it with colours, gild it with gold, float it on
476 Text | GITANJALI~ ~Thou hast made me endless,
477 Text, 64 | adding music to them. Thou givest thyself to me in love and
478 Text, 40 | with noise and shouts and glamour of glory. Is it only thou
479 Text, 11 | the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
480 Text, 89 | nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place
481 Text, 40 | summer breeze. ~But time glides on and still no sound of
482 Text, 41 | the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the
483 Text, 65 | twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her
484 Text, 68 | I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world
485 Text, 60 | the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two timid buds
486 Text, 13 | and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest
487 Text, 77 | their first splendour, the gods held their assembly in the
488 Intro | Today,' he said, 'there are Gogonendranath and Abanindranath Tagore,
489 Text, 49 | appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who
490 Text, 91 | in vain and things that I got---let them pass. Let me but
491 Intro | country, that our minds gradually cease to be creative, and
492 Text, 49 | took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee. ~
493 Text, 49 | floor to find a least little gram of gold among the poor heap.
494 Text, 62 | then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may
495 Text, 27 | in fear lest my prayer be granted. ~
496 Text, 76 | before thy feet---I do not grasp thy hand as my friend's. ~
497 Text, 32 | and snatch with unholy greed the offerings from God's
498 Intro | poetry. After that his art grew deeper, it became religious
499 Text, 80 | many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is
500 Text, 30 | found that it held me in its grip.' ~