Deepa Posted 23 years ago
Poems of tagore
this is one of my favorate poems!
I seem to have loved you...
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I Hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever:
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one of ours -
And the songs of every poet both past and forever
I seem to have loved you...
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I Hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever:
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one of ours -
And the songs of every poet both past and forever
Top answer
and this too... the song This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
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and this too...
the song
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.
the song
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.
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yeah ofcourse no need to b afraid peter ur competetor is no more! but his poems are alive in every heart. i love to read poems but dare not to write!
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the gift
(This poem is from 'The Crescent Moon' by Tagore)
I want to give you something, my child,
for we are drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart,
and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that
I could buy your heart with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and
you drink t
(This poem is from 'The Crescent Moon' by Tagore)
I want to give you something, my child,
for we are drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart,
and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that
I could buy your heart with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and
you drink t
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When in the company of the world-weary
Elderly, with faces and natures like prunes,
Then home truths and public embarrassments,
Past tense and present, like persistent old tunes,
Batter and bruise the delicate beliefs,
Deceits, conceits and prevarications of Youth.
Bitter and ossified as the years leave them,
Even the mildest will lecture on truth,
Beauty a
Elderly, with faces and natures like prunes,
Then home truths and public embarrassments,
Past tense and present, like persistent old tunes,
Batter and bruise the delicate beliefs,
Deceits, conceits and prevarications of Youth.
Bitter and ossified as the years leave them,
Even the mildest will lecture on truth,
Beauty a
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When the past is harrassing your handsome youth
and the present holds a foolishly deceiving mirror,
Expectancy for a nude future is an crucifying mirage.
and the present holds a foolishly deceiving mirror,
Expectancy for a nude future is an crucifying mirage.
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