Friday, February 26, 2010

Short Poems by Tagore...


Time


The butterfly counts not months but moments,

and has time enough.

~

Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

~

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.




Love


Love adorns itself;

it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

~

Love does not claim possession,

but gives freedom.

~

Love is an endless mystery,

for it has nothing else to explain it.

~

Love's gift cannot be given,

it waits to be accepted





Life


Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.

~

Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.

~

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.

~

Life, like a child, laughs,
shaking its rattle of death as it runs.




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