The First Jasmines – Rabindranath Tagore

The First Jasmines Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth; I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight; Autumn sunsets have…

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Persephone

Persephone Mother, the life you value’s A skeleton hung with bunting. A saxophone brash Blares out Duty! Duty! Duty! Stuck on its one high note. Mother, your world is trash! Why can’t you let me be? Dreams are mushrooming Down in my charcoal chamber, Under my muffled skies. Mother, I like my colourful life, Away…

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