poet Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

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The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart

Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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  • ANN H (9/17/2018 9:05:00 AM)

    Perfect poem for a friend's funeral

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/24/2015 8:54:00 AM)

    Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore and his poems ever great.

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