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Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913 "because of his profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse, by which, with consummate skill, he has made his poetic thought, expressed in his own English words, a part of the literature of the West."
Tagore modernised Bengali art by spurning rigid classical forms and resisting linguistic strictures. His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays spoke to topics political and personal. Gitanjali (Song Offerings), Gora (Fair-Faced), and Ghare-Baire (The Home and the World) are his best-known works, and his verse, short stories, and novels were acclaimed—or panned—for their lyricism, colloquialism, naturalism, and unnatural contemplation. His compositions were chosen by two nations as national anthems: India's Jana Gana Mana and Bangladesh's Amar Shonar Bangla.
One of my favourite works of poetic prose- particularly the Crossing half of the anthology. I feel like this was just the right work of Tagore to get me to fall in love with him for it is so dark and yet so totally enriching in both culture and emotion. The experience of unrequited love; the desire for life in the face of death; the sadness; I feel it all. Having access to such a beautiful edition (a result of a fantastic find amidst thousands of old books in a £1 bookshop) I feel rather like it was worth so much more.
I can’t quite put into words it’s beauty, so I shall let Tagore do it for me.
‘I filled my tray with whatever I had, and gave it to you. What shall I bring to your feet to-morrow, I wonder? I am like the tree that, at the end of the flowering summer, gazes at the sky with it’s lifted branches bare of their blossoms. But in all my past offerings is there not a single flower made fadeless by the eternity of tears? Will you remember it and thank me with your eyes when I stand before you with empty hands at the leave- taking of my summer days?’
‘Much have you given to me, Yet I ask for more.- I come to you not merely for the draught of water, but for the spring; Not for guidance to the door alone, but to the Master’s hall; not only for the gift of love, but for the lover himself.’
I wondered how many still have the access of a classics like this one and it's my pleasure to let you know that I have 1918 print of this book.
It was such a wonderful experience to read this book under the full moonlit sky with a dash of nostalgia. I smiled, cried, laughed and wondered how can someone write so beautifully.
Come fall in love with life all over again. A must for all age.
The "Lover's gift" part was awesome !! Can't believe I haven't read Tagore till now. Tagore did magic with the poems. I am unable to come to terms with how someone can give such simple words to amazing thoughts. You'll be surprised to find a great depth in his simple poems.