(“Amidst the rush and roar of life...”)

By Rabindranath Tagore 1861–1941 Rabindranath Tagore

Amidst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and repeats to you:
“Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my mute bride!”
But your speech is shut up in stone, O you immovably fair!

Source: Poetry (June 1913).


This poem originally appeared in the June 1913 issue of Poetry magazine

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June 1913
 Rabindranath  Tagore


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 Time & Brevity, Painting & Sculpture, Arts & Sciences, Living


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