Oros - poeziile altor autori

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  • The Merchant - Rabindranath Tagore

    Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
    into strange lands.

    Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.

  • The Gift - Rabindranath 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.

  • The Gardener: excerpt - Rabindranath Tagore

    When I go alone at night to my love-tryst,
    birds do not sing, the wind does not stir,
    the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.

  • The First Jasmines - Rabindranath Tagore

    AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
    I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
    with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

  • The End - Rabindranath Tagore

    It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.

    When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out
    your arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, "Baby is not

  • The Child Angel - Rabindranath Tagore

    Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,
    unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

    They are cruel in their greed and their envy,