Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
- Rabindranath Tagore -
Greatest writer in modern Indian literature, Bengali poet, novelist, educator, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Tagore was awarded the knighthood in 1915, but he surrendered it in 1919 as a protest against the Massacre of Amritsar, where British troops killed some 400 Indian demonstrators protesting colonial laws. Tagore's reputation in the West as a mystic has perhaps mislead his Western readers to ignore his role as a reformer and critic of colonialism.
it seems to become a master of literature one needs to divide himself from the current of entangled thought, a certain frequency is needed to dive deeper into the Love that is required.
(days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait)
The phrasing in this type of poetry is what amazes me, how could you compare such a poet to anyone else. Even when I try to line him up next to other poets.
Grouping of block structure poetry is a very beautiful style when you can select the right words to create such a vivid symphony.