Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Rabindranath Tagore

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeam and the stars of midnight. ............................ "Gardner" ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I remember a day in my childhood, When I floated a paper boat on the stream. It was a wet day of July and I'm happy over my play., I floated the paper boat on the stream. Suddenly the storm clouds thickened, The wind came in gusts, rills of muddy water rushed and swelled the stream and sank my boat., Bitterly, I thought, that the storm had come on purposely to spoil my happiness., all its anger was against me., All these long cloudy day of July, I have been musing over those games in life, in which I was the loser, ~ Tagore

Here rolls the sea And everywhere Lies the other shore Waiting to be reached Yes here Is the everlasting present Not distant Not anywhere else

This inscription, cut in limestone by Ralph Beyer in the 1980s, is from "Sadhana: The realisation of Life by Rabindranath Tagore (1913) www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/6842 en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Beyer

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~Tagore

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope. If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky and my heart wanders wailing with the restless winds. ~Rabindranath Tagore

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight. Rabindranath Tagore

Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song - the joy that makes the earth flow over in the riotous excess of grass, ............. Excerpt: LVII "Gitanjali" ~ Tagore

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. ~Rabindranath Tagore

At pains to show that poetry is at the forefront (another reason for hope, another form of hope), he (Milosz) asserts that what is new is that our future will not be determined by jets as the means of transport, or by a decrease in infant mortality, important as those things may be. "It is determined by humanity's emergence as a new elemental force; until now humanity had been divided into castes distinguished by dress, mentality, and mores." This transformation is causing the disappearance of certain mythic notions, "widespread in the last century, about the specific and presumably eternal features of the peasant, worker, and intellectual. Humanity as an elemental force, the result of technology and mass education, means that man is opening up to science and art on an unprecedented scale." Is the disappearance of religion in our lives any different from disappearance of some of the nineteenth century myths, embodied in imperialism, racial superiority and colonialism? He asks. No one mourns their passing no one foresees their return. ~ Page 452 As preparation and explanation of what poetry is, and seeks to be, and how it brings meaning to our lives and what type of meaning, Heaney en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seamus_Heaney can hardly be bettered "[A poem] begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down it turns a course of lucky events and ends in a clarification of life -- not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion....in its repose the poem gives us a premonition of harmonies desired and not inexpensively achieved. In this way, the order of art becomes an achievement intimating a possible order beyond itself, although its relation to that further order remain promissory rather than obligatory. Art is not an inferior reflection of some ordained heavenly system but a rehearsal of it in earthly terms; art does not trace the given map of a better reality but improvises an inspired sketch of it." There are two points here that relate directly to our theme. One, that poetry offers clarification that is "not necessarily great," and two, that art intimates a possible order beyond itself. ~ Page 457

Though the evening comes with slow steps and has signalled for all songs to cease; Though your companions have gone to their rest and you are tired; Though fear broods in the dark and the face of the sky is veiled; Yet, bird, O my bird, listen to me, do not close your wings. ~ Tagore

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope. If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours. I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only Thee that I hope. I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind. Excerpt: XVII "Gitanjali" ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song - the joy that makes the earth flow over in the riotous excess of grass, ............. Excerpt: LVII "Gitanjali" ~ Tagore

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time. "Gitanjali " ~ Rabindranath Tagore