Poetry. Rabindranath Tagore

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СКАЧАТЬ We wondered in our mind, "Is there a spring in the land where she has gone and where she can fill her vessel in these hot thirsty days?" And we asked each other in dismay, "Is there a land beyond these hills where we live?" It was a summer night; the breeze blew from the south; and I sat in her deserted room where the lamp stood still unlit. When suddenly from before my eyes the hills vanished like curtains drawn aside. "Ah, it is she who comes. How are you, my child? Are you happy? But where can you shelter under this open sky? And, alas, our spring is not here to allay your thirst." "Here is the same sky," she said, "only free from the fencing hills,—this is the same stream grown into a river,—the same earth widened into a plain." "Everything is here," I sighed, "only we are not." She smiled sadly and said, "You are in my heart." I woke up and heard the babbling of the stream and the rustling of the deodars at night.

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      Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift chasing sun.

       The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with light they foolishly hover and hum.

       The ducks in the islands of the river clamour in joy for mere nothing.

       Let none go back home, brothers, this morning, let none go to work.

       Let us take the blue sky by storm and plunder space as we run.

       Laughter floats in the air like foam on the flood.

       Brothers, let us squander our morning in futile songs.

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      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.

      FRUIT-GATHERING

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