Monday, March 8, 2010

Everything he wrote is golden

Dirt Tracings by Eric Vondy

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; 
and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common
crowd, unknown to me, my king thou didst press the signet
of eternity upon many a fleeting moment of my life.

And to-day when by chance I light upon them and see thy
signature, I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with
the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play
among dust, and the steps that I heard in my playroom are
the same that are echoing from star to star.

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


This is Number Eight in a randomly-posted, continuing series of quotes by Tagore. 
Everything he wrote is golden.
Number One
Number Two
Number Three
Number Four
Number Five


Looking to the Stars said...

Wow, this was beautiful!
(I like your new header)

Owen said...

totally golden...

Lydia said...

Looking to the Stars~ I appreciate your appreciation of both!

Owen~ yes. It affects me on a cellular level that I cannot explain.

Darlene said...

I love your new header. It is beautiful.

Golden days, how we yearn for them in March. They will come, they will be here once more.

Ben said...

Beautiful picture, and beautiful poem also. I love that you love classic poetry too. There aren't that many people out there who do. I really like your new blog theme as well.

Lydia said...

Darlene~ Darn, I thought I had replied to your beautiful comment! It came to mind so many times since I read it. :)

Ben~ I am glad you like the new blog theme.....and that you appreciate classic poetry also! :)



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