National Poetry Month
Apr. 14th, 2016 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhThe Gardener by Rabindranath Tagore
Who are you, reader, reading my poems a 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 a 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 a hundred
years.
Who are you, reader, reading my poems a 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 a 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 a hundred
years.
no subject
Date: 2016-04-15 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-18 08:01 pm (UTC)