Religion
Fruit-Gathering 71: O the waves
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1916) · From Fruit-Gathering (1916)
O the waves, the sky-devouring waves, glistening with light, dancing with life, the waves of eddying joy, rushing for ever.
The stars rock upon them, thoughts of every tint are cast up out of the deep and scattered on the beach of life.
Birth and death rise and fall with their rhythm, and the sea-gull of my heart spreads its wings crying in delight.
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 71: O the waves.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/584/.
Chicago
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 71: O the waves.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/584/.
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