The Gardener 1919
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 living joy
that sang one spring morning,
sending its glad voice across an hundred years.
Camelia's are beautiful... there is an old pottery here in Seagrove with two beautiful bushes that have been blooming for a few weeks. I would love to have a couple of those in my yard.
ReplyDeleteI have mnay Camelia's around the yard planted by my grandmother- they are wonderful as they bloom all winter. They make me think of her.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Linda and Gary.
Beautiful.....I don't think they are hardy this far north.....one of the treats of mild winters.
ReplyDeleteHi Michele, thanks, yes they are so perfectly shaped, our neighbors tree is covered with blossoms.
ReplyDeleteHi Meredith, thanks, nice to have camellias planted by your grandmother as a reminder of her; I guess the shrubs must live a good long time.
Hi Suzi, thanks, we had a camellia when we lived in Arkansas which got in the teens in winter, it was planted on the east side of the house and it was quite large, not sure how much farther north they could go though.
Tagore has written some fascinating pieces of literature. He was pretty popular during the '60's.
ReplyDeleteHi Kate, thanks, I am not sure how I missed him, going to look up some, I loved this poem and he was ahead of himself, his thoughts seem appropriate for today's world.
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