Living
Stray Birds 177: Your smile was the flowers of your own
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1916) · From Stray Birds (1916)
Living
Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Stray Birds 177: Your smile was the flowers of your own.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/364/.
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Tagore, Rabindranath. “Stray Birds 177: Your smile was the flowers of your own.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/364/.
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