Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
'We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.'
I ask, 'But how am I to get up to you? '
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Beautiful. Brings me back from the clouds to my youth. As a young child I felt already my calling. Surely it would take me physically away from my mom, but then bringing the mom spiritually along, is the solution. Great poem!
It is wise to read the classic poets and learn from them how to do this thing called creative writing whether it be poetry or prose--magnificence is the lode star that we look to for guidance
What a beautiful poem. A great depiction of mother and child relationship. Very touching and inspiring.
Then, LATER, I noiiced him on a list of poets 'on' PH, with photo. Could this have been a coincidence? ? ? I don't believe in God or fairies, but.... : ) bri
Oh my God! ! ! Just today I was researching Albert Einstein on Wikipedia and saw a photo of this guy standing next to Albert! ! ! I'd never heard of the guy. (cont.)
This shows how ignorant you are, living in your own world and thinking about your own self. Look beyond your boundaries unlike the frog that remain in a pit thinking it to the world.
But I'm (pretty) sure this poet died LONG before 2004! So I doubt it was HIS typo. Ha ha. bri : )
Near poem's end, I think 'in the everything' should read 'in the evening'. Ha. 5 STARS. bri : )
But I know a better game than that. I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. the great Tagore. tony
It's an amazing poem, beautifully translated. The images are so alive!
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- " We play from the time we wake till the day ends. We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon." I ask, " But how am I to get up to you? " They answer, " Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds." " My mother is waiting for me at home, " I say, " How can I leave her and come? "
I shall be the cloud and you the moon. I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky....../// wow greatly written the master poet poetic enlightened hand cover you where you are full with the moon!
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. And no one in the world will know where we both are. Rabindranath Tagore
Genius level of poetry