WHEN I GO ALONE AT NIGHT
by: Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)
- HEN I go alone at night to my
love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses
on both sides of the street stand silent.
- It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am
ashamed.
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- When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves
do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river
like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
- It is my own heart that beats wildly -- I do not know how
to quiet it.
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- When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles
and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the
lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
- It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light.
I do not know how to hide it.
"When I go alone at night"
is reprinted from The Gardener. Rabindranath Tagore. New
York: The Macmillan Company, 1913. |
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