Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Only Now and Again

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me; and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing
and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the
depth of my own heart.

Gitanjali, translated from orginal Bengali by Tagore


  1. Beautiful. Tagore understood everything.

  2. This is gorgeous. I read it several times over, savoring it.

  3. I'm only just now discovering his work. This one in particular struck a chord.