POEM
(“My soul is alight...”)
Rabindranath Tagore III
My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.
Source: Poetry (June 1913).
This poem originally appeared in the June 1913 issue of Poetry.
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