Tagore

[Daniel de Culla]

 

TAGORE ON HIS 150TH

 

I just happened reading Rabindranath Tagore’ s poem called “The Gardener.”

 

The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile

 

                                                           “……the dark rim of your eyes.
                                                                       Then smile as archly as you like
                                                                       when I come again.”

 

I am a Wheel, my blood flows inward

Of its spokes.

I am a Star,

My blood dissolves

In its Middle.

The Middle is without Time.

Here is where I am born.

Here the Poet letting Go:

Pollen, Sac, Belly

To more giving

Yes—

The weeks go on

And I contemplate the Gardener

Basing on cumulative

Bending, drawing in

Giving Magnificence

Back to the Universe

Stranded between Reason and Awe.

Tagore brings the World

In as Word/song.

With  Black and white

His work became tight

As the freest gift

In specially the Light.

[Author-Poet Aberjhani]

I think a lot of people missed this in the CTI News Section Daniel so we've placed it in the Consortium of Poets at CTI section. It's somewhat belated so far as Tagore's birthday is concerned but I promise you he is generally well thought of around the globe.

Aberjhani

 

[Sabine Sarah Stern]

thank you :-)