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I just purchased a printing of Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali (with an introduction by W.B. Yeats). It includes the following disclaimer on the title page: “This book is a product of its time and does not reflect the same values as it would if it were written today. Parents might wish to discuss with their children…
We all want to be the victor, to believe that right is always on our side; and to those who would oppose us, any kind of sympathy we would deny. Keeping score, mind on the numbers, so we never lose an inch of precious ground; ‘Cause there’s only so much of it all, and never…
What still remains when words have run their course, and soundless, lay exuberant and spent beyond the realm of sound? What is the source that waits between each breath, self-evident for just the briefest moment, as the lull when one idea dies and one is born expands in pregnant silence and is full of consonants…