“Human presence is a creative and turbulent sacrament, a visible sign of invisible grace”. John O'Donohue

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Lost Star by Rabindranath Tagore

Today is National Poetry Day 2012. Its theme is stars. I have already shared one of my grandfather's poems - Lover's Moon- and I am working on one of my own.

In the meantime, here  is one of my favourite poets. I enjoy the poetry of mysticism: of seeking and longing for and knowing the divine. And nobody does it quite like Rabindranath Tagore. 

Lost Star

When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendour, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang `Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!'

But one cried of a sudden ---`It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost.'

The golden string of their harp snapped, their song stopped, and they cried in dismay ---`Yes, that lost star was the best, she was the glory of all heavens!'

From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes on from one to the other that in her the world has lost its one joy!

Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile and whisper among themselves ---`Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!'

Rabindranath Tagore

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