It was in May. The sultry noon s
When I heard from the riverside a
I shut my book and opened the wind
I saw a big buffalo with mud-stain
I smiled amused and felt a touch o

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THE trees come up to my window
like the yearning voice of the dum
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HIS own mornings are new surprise

In the morning I cast my net into
I dragged up from the dark abyss t
When with the day’s burden I went
I hesitated for a moment, and then
She glanced at them and said, “Wh

Thou hast made me endless, such is
This little flute of a reed thou h
At the immortal touch of thy hands
Thy infinite gifts come to me only
When thou commandest me to sing it

I am small because I am a little
as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, “It
and your books.”
I shall tell him, “ Do you not kn

I THE DARK
In a worldless timeless lightless
Four—faced Brahma broods.
nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;
nasid raja no vioma paro yat.

Mother, let us imagine we are trav
strange and dangerous country.
You are riding in a palanquin and
red horse.
It is evening and the sun goes dow

Music is silenced, the dark descen
Has stripped unending skies of all
Weariness grips your limbs and wit
Dumbly ring the bells of hugely ga
Still, O bird, O sightless bird,

Whey are those tears in your eyes,
How horrid of them to be always sc
You have stained your fingers and
is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call t

Supposing I became a chanpa flowe
branch high up that tree, and shoo
danced upon the newly budded leave
You would call, “Baby, where are
myself and keep quite quiet.