Poem of the day-Rabindranath Tagore

From the Poetry Found, here is a sweet selection. Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was from Calcutta and was an embarrassing overachiever. He wrote poetry in his native Bengali which he frequently translated into English himself, he was the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in 1913 and he decided to become a painter late in life and painted around 2500 paintings.

Being read indeed around 100 years later, I like the way he bridges the gap between us in one sentence.

The Gardener 85 by Rabindranath Tagore

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?

I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.

Open your doors and look abroad.

From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.

In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.