Poems by Rabindranath Tagore
The Land of the Exile
... lightning starts up like a sudden fit of pain, does he remember his ...
The Last Bargain
... "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road ...
The Little Big Man
... as you are." Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he ...
The Rainy Day
... silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river ...
The Recall
... young. Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, "Come back, my ...
The Sailor
... It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle ...
The Source
... pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn ...
The Unheeded Pageant
... bells. The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying ...
The Wicked Postman
... mother dear? The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all ...
Threshold
... like a bud in the forest at midnight! When in the morning I looked upon the light ...
Twelve O'Clock
... o'clock? I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of ...
Untimely Leave
... but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him ...
Vocation
... the ground. He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes ...
When and Why
... greedy hands. When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely ...
When Day Is Done
... even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep ...
