Tagore

TAGORE ON I just happened reading Rabindranath Tagore’ s poem called “The Gardener.” The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile “……the dark rim of your eyes. Then smile as archly as you like when I come again.” I am a Wheel, my blood flows inward Of its spokes. I am a Star, My blood dissolves In its Middle. The Middle is without Time. Here is where I am born. Here the Poet letting Go: Pollen, Sac, Belly To more giving Yes— The weeks go on And I contemplate the Gardener Basing on cumulative Bending, drawing in Giving Magnificence Back to the Universe Stranded between Reason and Awe. Tagore brings the World In as Word/song. With Black and white His work became tight As the freest gift In specially the Light. -Daniel de Cullá