I AM RESTLESS
by: Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)
 AM restless. I am athirst for
far-away things.
- My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim
distance.
- O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
- I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that
I am bound in this spot evermore.
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- I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
- Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
- Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
- O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
- I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I
have not the winged horse.
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- I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
- In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision
of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
- O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
- I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere
in the house where I dwell alone!
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"I am restless" is reprinted
from The Gardener. Rabindranath Tagore. New York: The
Macmillan Company, 1913. |
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