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A collection of 40 poems translated from Bengali by Rabindranath Tagore, and first published in 1913. Contains 8 colour illustrations. The poems include: The Unheeded Pageant; On The Seashore; The Flower-School; The Wicked Postman; The Beginning; The Little Big Man, and more.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Table of Contents
The Home
The Source
Baby's Way
The Unheeded Pageant
Sleep-Stealer
The Beginning
Baby's World
When And Why
Defamation
The Judge
Playthings
The Astronomer
Clouds And Waves
The Champa Flower
Fairyland
The Land Of The Exile
The Rainy Day
Paper Boats
The Sailor
The Further Bank
The Flower-School
The Merchant
Sympathy
Vocation
Superior
The Little Big Man
Twelve O'clock
Authorship
The Wicked Postman
The Hero
The End
The Recall
The First Jasmines
The Banyan Tree
Benediction
The Gift
My Song
The Child-Angel
The Last Bargain
THE CRESCENT MOON
BY
RABINDRANATH TAGORE
1913
The Home--from a drawing by Nandalall Bose
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.
Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.
His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit trees.
I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.
On The Seashore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.