Monday, May 30, 2011

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me,
and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet
trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with
longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager 
breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, 
and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed 
in the depth of my own heart.

-Gitanjali, translated from original Bengali by Tagore

6 comments:

  1. That's a beautiful poem and you chose the perfect picture to accompany it.

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  2. lovely Gemma. you are such a beautiful soul. so calm and peaceful xo

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