Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
The Gardener 85
1Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
2I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
3Open your doors and look abroad.
4From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
5In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.
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Original text: Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener
(New York: Macmillan, 1913): 146. PR 6039 A2G3 Robarts Library
First publication date:
1913
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition:
Recent editing: 1:2002/4/28
Rhyme: unrhyming
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