Thursday, August 2, 2012

Everything he wrote is golden

heart of gold, by kidjet


Closed Path
       ( from Gitanjali: Selected Poems)
              -by Rabindranath Tagore 

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.


Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) Indian poet, playwright and essayist;
won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.



This is Number 11 in a randomly-posted, continuing series of quotes by Tagore.
Everything he wrote is golden.



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10 comments:

Brian Miller said...

very cool...i am going to have to go back and read some of these....he can def write...

G-Man said...

Never heard of the guy...
Thanks for bringing him to our attention!!

Fireblossom said...

I've often found it to be this way. The road ahead seems to narrow, then to choke down to an impassable point. But then...another way through, a whole new landscape previously unsuspected. This happened when I got sober, and again when I got divorced and came out. And probably lots of other times that I am not remembering off the top of my head.

Thanks for the share, dearie.

hedgewitch said...

I've always liked him, and that whole mystical strain of poetry that runs through the MidEast--Rumi, also, and more modern poets like Kahlil Gibran. And this is a profound truth he shares, not just that we don't know, but that we don;t need to know, what happens next for it to happen. As FB says, thanks for the share, (and for your visits.)

Lydia said...

Brian~ He sure can....great wisdom and solace when I need it most.

G-Man~ My pleasure, most definitely!

Fireblossom~ Your comment just blazes with honesty and gratitude. I loved it. Thank you.

hedgewitch~ I too love that "whole mystical strain of poetry" and the ones you mentioned, but Tagore is my favorite. With Tagore and Rilke, I found my poetry heaven.
Thank you for your absolute depth and beautiful spirit, hedge.

secretfragileskies said...

Thank you for these beautiful Tagore links. I do not visit often enough and am always rewarded when I do.

Lydia said...

secretfragileskies~ Ah, it is always so special for me to have a visit from you.

SG said...

I've always found Tagore's writing to be profound. He wrote in Bengali, a language I speak and understand well, but cannot read or write. What I have read has been translation of his original works, and I have loved it. But whenever I have heard his lyrical poems, the sounds have been like a balm to my troubled nerves. There is a genre of music that is prevalent in the eastern part of India, primarily Bengal, Tagore's birthplace - called Rabindra Sangeet, meaning Rabindra's Music. It is particularly mellifluous.

Lydia said...

SG~ Thank you for your wonderful comment! I am not familiar with that genre of music and am grateful to you for telling us about it here. I will search it out this evening.

. . .like a balm to my troubled nerves perfectly describes what his poems are for me also. Many thanks.

Kutamun said...

Your quite right, it is like liquid Gold !

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