Poems by Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes
... beyond hope. It is enough what we give and we ...
The Gardener XVIII: When Two Sisters
... fetch water. Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and ...
The Gardener XX: Day After Day He Comes
... away. Go, and give him a flower from my ...
The Gardener XXI: Why Did He Choose
... day dawned? As I come in and out I pass by him ...
The Gardener XXII: When She Passed by Me
... spring. A flutter of a flitting touch brushed ...
The Gardener XXIV: Do Not Keep to Yourself
... with sleep. Speak to me through hesitating ...
The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands
... has." "If but once you should raise your ...
The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love
... Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes ...
The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes
... know me not. If it were only a gem, I could break ...
The Gardener XXXIV: Do Not Go, My Love
... my leave. I start up and stretch my hands to ...
The Gardener XXXVIII: My Love, Once upon a Time
... while I live. And I will not mourn for my loss nor ...
The Gift
... with my gifts. Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we ...
The Hero
... I am here." With long sticks in their hands and hair all wild about their ...
The Journey
... The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, ...
The Judge
... little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh ...
