Stray Birds
1916
Stray Birds contains some of the shortest poems ever written, and among the most resonant. Tagore distills entire emotional landscapes into single lines, capturing moments that arrive like birds on a windowsill and depart before you can grasp them. These are not verses to be read cover to cover in one sitting but fragments to be lived with, returned to, carried. A poem may be just four words: 'The bird songs are over.' Another simply states, 'I slept and dreamt that life was joy; I awoke and saw that life was duty.' Tagore wrote in Bengali, but these aphorisms feel translated even in the original, as if language itself has been stripped to its essential elements. Published in 1916, during a period of global upheaval, the collection offers no commentary on the world beyond its pages. Instead, it observes the passage of birds, the quality of light, the weight of silence. For readers exhausted by verbose certainties, these scattered verses provide something rare: space to breathe and think. Tagore won the Nobel Prize in 1913; this collection shows why. The poems require nothing of you except presence.
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“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“Power said to the world,"You are mine."The world kept it prisoner on her throne.Love said to the world, "I am thine."The world gave it the freedom of her house.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands. ””
— Rabindranath Tagore
“My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.””
— Rabindranath Tagore










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