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The Gardener 57: I plucked your flower
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1915) · From The Gardener (1915)
I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.
More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night I have not my rose, only the pain remains.
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Tagore, Rabindranath. “The Gardener 57: I plucked your flower.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/159/.
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Tagore, Rabindranath. “The Gardener 57: I plucked your flower.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/159/.
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