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There was a merry passenger,
There was a merry passenger,
a messenger a mariner:
a messenger a mariner:
he built a gilded gondola
he built a gilded gondola
to wander in and had in her
to wander in and had in her
a load of yellow oranges
a load of yellow oranges
and porridge for his provender;
and porridge for his provender;
he perfumed her with marjoram,
he perfumed her with marjoram,
and cardamom and lavender.
and cardamom and lavender.
He called the winds of Argosies,
He called the winds of Argosies,
with cargoes in to carry him,
with cargoes in to carry him,
across the rivers seventeen,
across the rivers seventeen,
that lay between to tarry him.
that lay between to tarry him.
He landed all in loneliness,
He landed all in loneliness,
where stonily the pebbles on
where stonily the pebbles on
the running river Derrilyn,
the running river Derrilyn,
goes merrily for ever on.
goes merrily for ever on.
He journeyed then through meadow-lands,
He journeyed then through meadow-lands,
to shadow-land that dreary lay,
to shadow-land that dreary lay,
and under hill and over hill,
and under hill and over hill,
went roving still a weary way.
went roving still a weary way.
He sat and sang a melody,
He sat and sang a melody,
his errantry a tarrying,
his errantry a tarrying,
he begged a pretty butterfly,
he begged a pretty butterfly,
that fluttered by to marry him.
that fluttered by to marry him.
She scorned him and she scoffed at him,
She scorned him and she scoffed at him,
she laughed at him unpitying,
she laughed at him unpitying,
so long he studied wizardry,
so long he studied wizardry,
and sigaldry and smithying.
and sigaldry and smithying.
He wove a tissue airy thin,
He wove a tissue airy thin,
to snare her in; to follow her,
to snare her in; to follow her,
he made him beetle-leatherwing,
he made him beetle-leatherwing,
and feather wing of swallow hair.
and feather wing of swallow hair.
He caught her in bewilderment,
He caught her in bewilderment,
with filament of spider-thread.
with filament of spider-thread.
He made her soft pavilions,
He made her soft pavilions,
of lilies and a bridal bed,
of lilies and a bridal bed,
of flowers and of thistle-down,
of flowers and of thistle-down,
to nestle down and rest her in,
to nestle down and rest her in,
and silken webs of filmy white,
and silken webs of filmy white,
and silver light he dressed her in.
and silver light he dressed her in.
He threaded gems and necklaces,
He threaded gems and necklaces,
but recklessly she squandered them,
but recklessly she squandered them,
and fell to bitter quarrelling,
and fell to bitter quarrelling,
then sorrowing he wandered on,
then sorrowing he wandered on,
and there he left her withering
and there he left her withering
as shivering he fled away;
as shivering he fled away;
with windy weather following,
with windy weather following,
on swallow-wing he sped away.
on swallow-wing he sped away.
He passed the achipelagoes,
He passed the achipelagoes,
where yellow grows the marigold,
where yellow grows the marigold,
with countless silver fountains are,
with countless silver fountains are,
and mountains are of fairy-gold.
and mountains are of fairy-gold.
He took to war and foraying,
He took to war and foraying,
a-harrying beyond the sea,
a-harrying beyond the sea,
and roaming over Belmary,
and roaming over Belmary,
and Thellamie and Fantasie.
and Thellamie and Fantasie.
He made a shield and morion,
He made a shield and morion,
of coral and of ivory.
of coral and of ivory.
A sword he made of emerald,
A sword he made of emerald,
and terrible his rivalry,
and terrible his rivalry,
with elven knights of Aerie
with elven knights of Aerie
and Faerie, with paladins
and Faerie, with paladins
that golden-haired, and shining-eyed
that golden-haired, and shining-eyed
came riding by, and challenged him.
came riding by, and challenged him.
Of crystal was his habergeon,
Of crystal was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony,
his scabbard of chalcedony,
with silver tipped and plenilune,
with silver tipped and plenilune,
his spear was hewn of ebony.
his spear was hewn of ebony.
His javelins were of malachite
His javelins were of malachite
and stalactite - he brandished them,
and stalactite - he brandished them,
and went and fought the dragon flies,
and went and fought the dragon flies,
of Paradise, and vanquished them.
of Paradise, and vanquished them.
He battled with the Dumbledors,
He battled with the Dumbledors,
the Hummerhorns, and Honeybees,
the Hummerhorns, and Honeybees,
and won the Golden Honeycomb,
and won the Golden Honeycomb,
and running home on sunny seas,
and running home on sunny seas,
in ship of leaves and gossamer,
in ship of leaves and gossamer,
with blossom for a canopy,
with blossom for a canopy,
he sat and sang, and furbished up,
he sat and sang, and furbished up,
and burnished up his panoply.
and burnished up his panoply.
He tarried for a little while,
He tarried for a little while,
in little isles that lonely lay,
in little isles that lonely lay,
and found their naught but blowing grass.
and found their naught but blowing grass.
And so at last, the only way he took, and turned,
And so at last, the only way he took, and turned,
and coming home with honeycomb,
and coming home with honeycomb,
to memory his message came,
to memory his message came,
and errand too!
and errand too!
In derring-do and glamoury,
In derring-do and glamoury,
he had forgot them,
he had forgot them,
journeying and tourneying, a wanderer.
journeying and tourneying, a wanderer.
So now he must depart again,
So now he must depart again,
and start again bis gondola,
and start again bis gondola,
for ever still a messenger a passenger, a tarrier,
for ever still a messenger a passenger, a tarrier,
a roving as a feather does,
a roving as a feather does,
a weather-driven mariner.
a weather-driven mariner.
WORDS FROM THE DEPTH OF TRUTH
WORDS FROM THE DEPTH OF TRUTH
RABINDRANATH TAGORE
RABINDRANATH TAGORE
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The war drums are sounded.
Men force their features into frightfulness and gnash their teeth;
and before they rush out to gather
raw human flesh for death’s larder, they march to the temple of Buddha,
the compassionate, to claim his blessings,
while loud beats the drums rat-a-tat
and earth trembles.
They pray for success;
for they must raise weeping and wailing
in their wake, sever ties of love,
plant flags on the ashes of desolated homes, devastate the centres of culture
and shrines of beauty,
mark red with blood their trail across green meadows
and populous markets, and so they march to the temple of Buddha,
the compassionate, to claim his blessings,
while loud beats the drum rat-a-tat and earth trembles.
They will punctuate each thousand of the maimed and killed
with the trumpeting of their triumph,
arouse demon’s mirth at the sight of the limbs torn
bleeding from women and children;
and they pray that they may befog minds with untruths
and poison God’s sweet air of breath,
and therefore they march to the temple of Buddha,
the compassionate, to claim his blessings, while loud beats the drum rat-a-tat
and earth trembles.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today;
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me
As much as I love you;
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand.
She said my place was ready
In heaven far above;
And that I'd have to leave behind,
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye;
For all my life, I'd always thought
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do;
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad;
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday
Just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized
That this could never be;
For emptiness and memories
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss come tomorrow;
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates
I felt so much at home;
When God looked down and smiled at me
From His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity
And all I've promised you;
Today your life on earth is past,
But here it all starts anew."
"I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last;
And since each day's the same day,
There's no longing for the past."
"But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true;
Though at times you did do things,
You knew you shouldn't do."
"But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free;
So won't you take my hand
And share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
A Gaelic Wedding Vow (from Outlander)
''Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One,
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.''
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