Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore FRAS, also written Ravīndranātha Thākura, sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown...
NationalityIndian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 May 1861
CityKolkata, India
CountryIndia
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation; and our attitude toward the Infinite Being must also in its expression have a variety of individuality ceaseless and unendi.
Our scientific world is our world of reasoning. It has its greatness and uses and attractions. We are ready to pay homage due to it. But when it claims to have discovered the real world for us and laughs at the worlds of all simple-minded men, then we must say it is like a general grown intoxicated with his power, usurping the throne of his king
It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.
When we accept any discipline for ourselves, we try to avoid everything except that which is necessary for our purpose; it is this purposefulness, which belongs to the adult mind, that we force upon school children. We say, "Never keep your mind aler.
Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Age considers; youth ventures.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy