Sir Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener XXXVIII: My Love, Once upon a Time
My love, once upon a time your poet
launched a great epic in his mind.
Alas, I was not careful, and it struck
your ringing anklets and came to
It broke up into scraps of songs and
lay scattered at your feet.
All my cargo of the stories of old
wars was tossed by the laughing waves
and soaked in tears and sank.
You must make this loss good to me,
If my claims to immortal fame after
death are scattered, make me immortal
while I live.
And I will not mourn for my loss nor
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