Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Stray Birds 31 - 40
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth.32HIS own mornings are new surprises to God.33LIFE finds its wealth by the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Waiting
The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come true,the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The First Jasmines
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these white jasmines.I have..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Ocean Of Forms
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Beginning
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby askedits mother.She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping thebaby to her..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More
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 withthe smallest corner..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Prisoner
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'`It was my master,' said the prisoner.`I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The End
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch outyour arms for your baby in the bed, I shall..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.Only now and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother
None lives for ever, brother, andnothing lasts for long. Keep that inmind and rejoice.Our life is not the one old burden,our path is not the one..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Only Thee
That I want thee, only thee---let my heart repeat without end.All desires that distract me, day and night,are false and empty to the core.As the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk
Come to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers thatpress themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at somechance joy, which like..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Song Unsung
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come..
© Rabindranath Tagore
When And Why
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why thereis such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers arepainted in..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Seashore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.The infinite sky is motionless overheadand the restless water is boisterous.On the seashore of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Palm Tree
Palm-tree: single-legged giant,topping other trees,peering at the firmament -It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceilingand fly away, away,if only it..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sympathy
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, wouldyou say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?Would you drive me off, saying to..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sail Away
Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this ourpilgrimage to no..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust? They throb with the pulse of things, but you areimmensely aloof in your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Child-Angel
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no endto their wrangling.Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, mychild..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, beforethe winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached yourwayside watch, and you..
© Rabindranath Tagore
I
I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my lines,Whose melody is in my songsIn joy and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely
The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till myheart became dry, and it seemed to me that beauty was a thingfashioned by the traders..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips.Two..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Sailor
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idlefor ever so long.If he..
© Rabindranath Tagore