April 1, 2001
Sickbed 7
From the Bengali. November 12, 1940 (Night) Deep night-interior, beneath my clouded sight, when I see your wakened presence, the sky's uncounted planet-suns in limitless time greet my mortality. After, […]
April 1, 2001
‘Endless Dawns’ of Imagination
Introduction by Wendy Singer “The same sun is newly born in new lands in a ring of endless dawns.” Rabindranath Tagore, the great Bengali poet, wrote this verse to Albert […]
April 1, 2001
Serendipity Is No Accident
All the inventions that the world contains, Were not by reason first found out, nor brains; But pass for theirs who had the luck to light Upon them by mistake […]
April 1, 2001
Castalian Spring
Thunderface. Not Zeus's ire, but hers Refusing entry, and mine mounting from it. This one thing I had vowed: to drink the waters Of the Castalian Spring, to arrogate That […]
April 1, 2001
Tagore (Nobel, 1913)
From the sanskrit only jingles if the west would tell it straight, but this is a Bengali poet, 2000 songs to his poem, and in the west nothing sacred; […]
April 1, 2001
Sickbed 5
From the Bengali. November 4, 1940 Under this vast universe pain's mill wheel rotates, grinds planets and stars to powder. Sparks flash, scatter suffering on every side, ash-webs from annihilated […]