I’ve been reading a bit of Rabindranath Tagore from time to time and I came to the simple conclusion that the man is a pure genius.
Judge for yourself.
I would ask for still more
If I had the sky with all its stars,
And the world with its endless riches;
But I would be content
With the smallest corner of this earth,
If only she were mine.
—Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays, Lover’s Gift (V)
I dreamt that she sat by my head,
Tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers,
Playing the melody of her touch.
I looked at her face
And struggled with my tears,
Till the agony of unspoken words
Burst my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
Like a world of silence on fire,
And I wondered if at this moment
She had a dream that rhymed with me
—Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays, Lover’s Gift (XXVIII)
I’m feeling very emotional quite suddenly. I hope you are as well.