Tagore, Akhmatova

http://www.calcuttaweb.com/tagore/paintings.shtml - Pieces of Tagore's art and paintings



http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/tagore/gitnjali.htm - Gitanjali- poem he won noble prize with

Representative Poems

Anna Akhmatova

The Sentence

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.

Rabindranath Tagore
  • A Moments Indulgence
  • The Golden Boat (1894)
  • Song Offerings (1912)

A Moments Indulgence

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.