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The gardener (TAGORE)

The gardener (TAGORE)

Who are you, reader,
reading my poems
an hundred years hence?

 

I cannot send you one single flower
from this wealth of the spring,
one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden
gather fragrant memories
of the vanished flowers of
an hundred years before.

 

In the joy of your heart
may you feel the living joy
that sang one spring morning,
sending its glad voice across
an hundred years.

 

 
RABINDRANATH TAGORE

 

Image: Cecelia Webber | http://photoshtab.ru/wp-content/content/12-2011/artists/ceceliawebber/2.jpg



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