One of my friends is big on Tagore and when I told him I'm into birds now he mentioned the tiny poems Stray Birds. I dipped in - really dipped in, just read fragments - but found it all a bit sentimental - almost like 326 spiritual greetings cards, the kind you find in New Age shops - though these are translations, so maybe something is lost.
This one's a gem though, number 2:
'O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.'
'O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.'
And I love this, from Virginia's essay 'On Being Ill':
'Comatose with headaches. Can't write (with a whole novel in my head too - it's damnable).'
That's from the introduction by Hermione Lee, I haven't read the essay yet.
'Comatose with headaches. Can't write (with a whole novel in my head too - it's damnable).'
That's from the introduction by Hermione Lee, I haven't read the essay yet.
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