The Gardener 85

By Rabindranath Tagore 1861–1941 Rabindranath Tagore
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.

From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

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Poet Rabindranath Tagore 1861–1941

POET’S REGION Asia, South

Subjects Nature, Spring, Arts & Sciences, Reading & Books, Poetry & Poets

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 Nature, Spring, Arts & Sciences, Reading & Books, Poetry & Poets

POET’S REGION Asia, South

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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