Thursday, January 14, 2010

Launch The Boat

I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore---Alas for me! The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger. The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall. What emptiness do you gaze upon! Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore?

Rabindranath Tagore (Translated by C.W. Yeats)


  1. Now we live with the internet in the globalization. One might think that cosmopolitans and universal scholars like Tagore have an enormous potential of visibility worldwide, and that their steadily increasing number has reached unprecedent dimensions.

    But where are they?

    Like Tagore, like his age, they seem to have launched out their boat and reached the other shore.

    Good art seemingly flourishes only in difficult conditions, and the best literature of mankind was written when most people were illitarates.

  2. What a wonderful good-morning-kiss!

  3. I love wonderful good-mornig-kisses!

    @Michael: Will there be more to get???