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The Reader, by Jean-Honoré Fragonard
Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener: 85

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

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Stray Birds 21- 30

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Stray Birds 11- 20

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Stream of Life

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Kiss by the window, by Edvard Munch
The Gardener: 36

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Lost Time

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Innermost One

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One day in spring, a woman came In my lonely woods, In the lovely form of the Beloved… Came, to give to my songs, melodie… To give to my dreams, sweetness.
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O you shaggy—headed banyan tree st… have you forgotten the little chil… nested in your branches and left y… Do you not remember how he sat at… the tangle of your roots and plung…
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Old and New

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