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>My Years With Rabindranath Tagore

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Activist and poet Dustin Brookshire‘s Project Verse gave us this assignment in the initial round — “your first poet”. This was my contribution, tell me about yours:

My Years With Rabindranath Tagore

Little Boy Courage. The Old Banyan tree.

You came to me Rabindranath
(tough name for a kid)
as playmate Rabi

On a horseback through our
childish woods of romance
mixing the monsoon rains with tunes
of leaf floats making off to the Seven Seas
between homework of grammar and spelling.

Here, Rabi, hold my hand
write that stanza
I’d read even years later
for every year the drummers are out
(still underpaid, they now sell
fake branded accessories)
teasing absent-minded autumn clouds.

Tall palm with winged-desire. Camelia my Girl.

So who said he wore a solemn beard?
Not on my book cover!
Duping the elders we must remain green –
exactly the way he called out:
My little greens, my little young shoots
and those lines are still the first to ring
the way it once did
candle-blowing sleepiness on
a power-outed summer night.

Reading Tagore in bed, living inside
the crumpled book leaves
I frolicked with my playmate Rabi
soared above static and din
(father loved Tchaikovsky
on old Radio Moscow)
also cried when
the Pilgrims drowned at sea.

Here, Rabi, take this line
let my first eyes remember that time

A drop of water. The leaf shivers.

Image from the Internet: Tagore and Einstein

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6 comments on “>My Years With Rabindranath Tagore

  1. Runechris
    September 23, 2009

    >Sorry I haven't been by in a while. But I like this very much. Such a wonderful influence.

  2. fleuve-souterrain
    September 24, 2009

    >Thanks Chris! Tagore has been there to teach and even defy!

  3. Megan
    September 24, 2009

    >Wow, a whole new world has opened up to me. I love this!

  4. Abhinav
    September 24, 2009

    >Sometimes his figure in the world of literature seems diminutive. But I have seen that nothing can draw two Indian literati in conversation as deeply as him. His influence is like the shade of a big Banyan tree that brings us peace in nostalgia, a rare combination…

  5. Rhett
    September 27, 2009

    >Great poem. Loved it! "ing…Tuesday, September 22, 2009My Years With Rabindranath TagoreActivist and poet Dustin Brookshire's Project Verse gave us this assignment in the initial round — "your first poet". This was my contribution, tell me about yours:My Years With Rabindranath TagoreLittle Boy Courage. The Old Banyan tree.You came to me Rabindranath(tough name for a kid)as playmate RabiOn a horseback through ourchildish woods of romancemixing the monsoon rains with tunesof leaf floats making off to the Seven Seasbetween homework of grammar and spelling.Here, Rabi, hold my handwrite that stanzaI’d read even years laterfor every year the drummers are out(still underpaid, they now sellfake branded accessories)teasing absent-minded autumn clouds.Tall palm with winged-desire. Camelia my Girl.So who said he wore a solemn beard?Not on my book cover!Duping the elders we must remain green –exactly the way he called out:My little greens, my little young shootsand those lines are still the first to ringthe way it once didcandle-blowing sleepiness ona power-outed summer night."Sooo dream-like. Your lines turn just as does a dream. "Here, Rabi, hold my handwrite that stanzaI’d read even years later"Exactly!!!!

  6. Rhett
    September 27, 2009

    >Oops!!! I will comment again:Your lines are very dream like — they turn just as does a dream. "So who said he wore a solemn beard?Not on my book cover!Duping the elders we must remain green –exactly the way he called out:My little greens, my little young shootsand those lines are still the first to ringthe way it once didcandle-blowing sleepiness ona power-outed summer night.""Here, Rabi, hold my handwrite that stanzaI’d read even years later"That's my line!

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