agony

Waiting

Gill Washington Poems, Rabindranath Tagore, Spirituality , , , 0 Comment

By Rabindranath Tagore

The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…..

I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps
from the road before my house…..

But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.

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Under Her Dark Veil

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Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
“Why are you so pale today?”
“Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.

How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister

And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: ‘A joke!
That’s all it was. If you leave, I’ll die.’
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: ‘Don’t stand here in the wind.’ ”

January 8, 1911
Kiev
~Anna Akhmatova