cover of book, stray birds R.Tagore (1916)
CHAPTER ONE - Rabindranath Tagore
WEEK FOUR. conversation by clair and laurence
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. Tagore.
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I guess if you believe it to be a wonderful way of saying - no beauty without heartache - it leaves me wondering why that is?
i think some people and some cultures, in later years
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
it is blowing up and down the street like a child clattering along on his old rusty bike
never too tired to get into bed and head home