The Gardener 38

By Rabindranath Tagore 1861–1941 Rabindranath Tagore

My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind.
Alas, I was not careful, and it struck your ringing anklets and came to grief.
It broke up into scraps of songs and lay scattered at your feet.
All my cargo of the stories of old wars was tossed by the laughing waves and soaked in tears and sank.
You must make this loss good to me, my love.
If my claims to immortal fame after death are shattered, make me immortal while I live.
And I will not mourn for my loss nor blame you.

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Poet Rabindranath Tagore 1861–1941

POET’S REGION Asia, South

Subjects Relationships, Arts & Sciences, Love, Poetry & Poets, Romantic Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes

Poetic Terms Free Verse

 Rabindranath  Tagore

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A native of Calcutta, India, who wrote in Bengali and often translated his own work into English, Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 — the first Asian to receive the honor. He wrote poetry, fiction, drama, essays, and songs; promoted reforms in education, aesthetics and religion; and in his late sixties he even turned to the visual arts, producing 2,500 paintings and drawings before his death.

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SUBJECT Relationships, Arts & Sciences, Love, Poetry & Poets, Romantic Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes

POET’S REGION Asia, South

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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