Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.


Comments about Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/26/2016 8:08:00 AM)

    '' I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
    like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
    she had a dream that rhymed with mine. ''

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    '' Mi alzai a sedere e vidi il bagliore della Via Lattea dalla mia finestra,
    come un mondo fatto di silenzio in fiamme, e mi chiesi se in quello stesso momento
    lei avesse un sogno che rimasse con il mio. ''

    beautiful! (Report) Reply

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  • Asif Reza (4/22/2016 10:38:00 AM)

    Awesome (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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