Rabindranath Tagore Birds Poems

31

THE trees come up to my window
like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
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11
SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,
are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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91

THE great earth makes herself hospitable
with the help of the grass.
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81

WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness
whose sparks are the stars?
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81

WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness
whose sparks are the stars?
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41

THE trees,
like the longings of the earth,
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61

TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam
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51

YOUR idol is shattered in the dust
to prove that God's dust is greater than
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71

THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
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1

STRAY birds of summer come to my window
to sing and fly away.
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21

THEY throw their shadows before them
who carry their lantern on their back.
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