I Am Restless Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India

I Am Restless

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I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Hagwood 10 July 2018

Very good poem, I too have, written poems about restless people

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Bernard F. Asuncion 09 January 2019

A great poem by Rabindranath Tagore...............................

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Geoffrey Fafard 09 January 2019

I love this man's writing. Every word, every ink mark every idea....just outstanding. His work deserves re reading and then reading some more....!

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Ramesh T A 09 January 2019

Indeed spiritual life in the all pervading divinity kindled by the flute is impossible even to dream about if one is in loneliness shut inside four walls ever! His plight is the reality for many souls craving for liberation in the world!

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Adrian Flett 09 January 2019

'O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute! ' The ever seeking nature of the poet to delve deeper and further in search of knowledge and wisdom.

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Nudershada Cabanes 09 January 2019

The thist, the longing, the yearning of the soul.

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Douglas Scotney 09 January 2019

can't quite grasp why 'evermore'.

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Glen Kappy 09 January 2019

as i write i'm still mulling on the last sentence. but on the whole i relate to this expression of yearning. i especially resonate with the sentence, thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own. the heart, seat of the spirit, hears God, the divine. and on our own we cannot find this spirit that is God, but grace can lead us. and we have these words of comfort for us who long, the one who seeks finds. -gk

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TacoCat122 09 January 2019

i dont understand it: /

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 January 2019

Out in a Longing! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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