Should I post on this blog? Does anyone read it? I haven't been keeping up with it, but I could; it wouldn't really be worth it, though, if no one's reading.
And Tab, here's a poem that you might like. I would have posted it at your especial poetry blog, but didn't know if you still read that or not. It's by Rabindranath Tagore.
The Beginning
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast- "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade you then. You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived. In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages. When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it. Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise. Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart. As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine. For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine?"
I read it! And it's always cool to hear about what's going on in the life of Tab...
ReplyDeleteI read it and would miss it if you stopped.
ReplyDeleteDad
well, i dont read it anymore cuz you never post. but if you did i would read it.
ReplyDeleteMary--hehe!
ReplyDeleteAnd Tab, here's a poem that you might like. I would have posted it at your especial poetry blog, but didn't know if you still read that or not. It's by Rabindranath Tagore.
The Beginning
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked
its mother.
She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the
baby to her breast-
"You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.
You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with
clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade
you then.
You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship
I worshipped you.
In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my
mother you have lived.
In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have
been nursed for ages.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered
as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow
in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you
have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you
have stranded on my heart.
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong
to all have become mine.
For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What
magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of
mine?"
and you already have my comments that yes, I do read it
ReplyDeleteI would read it!
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