Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
Rabindranath Tagore
Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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The Journey

Rating: 2.8

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;
and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;
and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds
while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.

We sang no glad songs nor played;
we went not to the village for barter;
we spoke not a word nor smiled;
we lingered not on the way.
We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by.

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EdzelAbuan 18 February 2018

What sensory images did the poet use to convey his emotions

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Glen Kappy 23 November 2016

I haven't read much of Tagore for years, so what a delight to read this one. Stand-out lines: the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of clouds sun-embroidered green gloom The easy flow of words and the form make me think of Whitman and remind me that free verse is not free, that it requires a good ear and a treasury of vocabulary to draw from. Glen Kappy

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