Recovery 17.
Recovery 17 When from this feverish, decrepit body, as day by day, vitality dissipates, youth abandons this shriveled nest till only infancy is left. In the closed room, shut off from the work of life, the infant pines for its mother. The stripped-down self longs for shelter from the one whose appearance gives our short lives their earliest honor. "Stay with me": our small cry to the world that we want to live. This wonder again and again enters the mind: With life's luck, the world calls, and mother comes to stay, the mother, ever old--yet always new. 21 January 1941 (evening) Shantiniketan
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Translated from Bengali by Wendy Barker and Saranindranath Tagore
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Author: | Barker, Wendy; Tagore, Saranindranath |
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Publication: | the new renaissance |
Article Type: | Poem |
Date: | Mar 22, 2008 |
Words: | 117 |
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