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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Poems on Love

Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
 
Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.
 
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
 
Love’s gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.

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Bruno G. Marianela Montesinos Maria Do Céu Pires Costa
Autres oeuvres par Rabindranath Tagore...
The Gardener: 55

It was mid-day when you went away. The sun was strong in the sky. I had done my work and sat alone o… Fitful gusts came winnowing throug… The doves cooed tireless in the sh…
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Colored Toys

When I bring to you colored toys,… I understand why there is such a p… and why flowers are painted in tin… ——when I give colored toys to you,… When I sing to make you dance
Give Me Strength

This is my prayer to thee, my lord… strike at the root of penury in my… Give me the strength lightly to be… Give me the strength to make my lo… Give me the strength never to diso…
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The Hero

Mother, let us imagine we are trav… strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and… red horse. It is evening and the sun goes dow…
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva

I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless… Four—faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim; nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
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Still Heart

When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for… What there is to do will be instan… Vain is this struggle. Then take away your hands
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Stray Birds 21- 30

21 THEY throw their shadows before… who carry their lantern on their b… 22 THAT I exist
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Portrait of a Young Man, by Vincenzo Catena
The Gardener: 21

Why did he choose to come to my do… As I come in and out I pass by hi… I know not if I should speak to h… The cloudy nights in July are dar… He weaves his songs with fresh tun…
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The Gardener: 83

She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jar...
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Wheatfields Under Thunderclouds, by Vincent van Gogh
The Gardener: 30

You are the evening cloud floating… I paint you and fashion you ever w… You are my own, my own, Dweller i… Your feet are rosy-red with the gl… Your lips are bitter-sweet with th…
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On the Seashore

The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with s...
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(“O you mad, you superbly drunk!...”)

O you mad, you superbly drunk! If you kick open your doors and pl… If you empty your bag in a night,… If you walk in curious paths and p… Reck not rhyme or reason;
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The Sailor

The boat of the boatman Madhu is… It is uselessly laden with jute, a… for ever so long. If he would only lend me his boat,… hundred oars, and hoist sails, fiv…
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Love's Messenger, by Marie Spartali Stillman
The Gardener: 24

Do not keep to yourself the secret… Say it to me, only to me, in secre… You who smile so gently, softly wh… The night is deep, the house is si… Speak to me through hesitating tea…
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The Gardener: 7

O mother, the young Prince is to… attend to my work this morning? Show me how to braid up my hair; t… Why do you look at me amazed, moth… I know well he will not glance up…
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