Website review: Stray Birds
stereotonia discovered this in Poetry
•8 reviews since Sep 18, 2006
poetry, rabindranath-tagore, tagore
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stereotonia discovered 22 months ago- "Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words."
- MistyClouds rated 9 days ago
- "Stray birds of Summer come to my window to sing and fly away,And yellow leaves of Autumn,which have no songs,flutter and fall there with sighs.....
- lovesmalibu rated 4 months ago
- 152 This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
- clayfeet rated 5 months ago
- The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing, But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air from: Stray Birds By Rabindranath Tagore
- Klassy rated 5 months ago
- Don't do this to me, Tagore.
- b-bear rated 5 months ago
- O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. ... The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. ... I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world. There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air. Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult. Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love. ~Rabindranath Tagore Birds are born on the tips of trees The trees I see yield birds instead of fruit Birds are the liveliest fruit of trees Birds begin where trees end Birds make the trees sing On reaching the height of birds the trees swell and stir passing from the vegetable to the animal kingdom Like birds their leaves alight on the ground when autumn quietly falls over the fields I feel like saying that birds emanate from the trees but I'll leave that manner of speaking to the novelist it's complicated and doesn't work in poetry it still hasn't been isolated from philosophy I love trees especially those that yield birds Who hangs them there on the branches? Whose hand is it whose myriad hand? I pass by and my heart's not the same ~Ruy Belo (Thanks for the poem, rinhadoga.) This post is dedicated to all those young birds who no longer fly to the tops of trees, and to the wattle bird we rescued for a sad death in a box with one last song of pain and distress that will never leave my memory. ~b-bear
- MariaYG rated 6 months ago
- By Rabindranath Tagore ~ Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. ~ Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. ~ "What language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question." "What language is thy answer, O sky? "The language of eternal silence." ~ Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. ~ The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. ~ I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. ~ These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. ~ You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long. ~ The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect. ~ The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade." ~ "In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tears upon the grass." ~ Asks the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?" "In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer. ~ Love! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss. ~ Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings. ~ "I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river. "Let me keep your footprints in my heart." ~ I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all. ~ I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover. ~ I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine--teach me to know thy words in pain and death. ~ Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence. ~ I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts. ~ Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love. ~
- Eremia rated 7 months ago
- From the page: "Stray Birds By Rabindranath Tagore [translated from Bengali to English by the author] New York: The Macmillan Company, 1916"
