Lamp Of Love
Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame—-is such thy fate, my heart? Ah, death were better by far for thee!
Misery knocks at thy door, and her message is that thy lord is wakeful, and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless. I know not what this is that stirs in me—-I know not its meaning. A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight, and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
Rabindranath Tagore Born: May 7, 1861 died: August 7, 1941 Writer, poet, composer, playwright, essayist and painter from Kolkata, West Bengal, India.
Some of his quotes: The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. (I REALLY love this one)
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it. I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
*** One of the most fun things about this venture into exploring dead poets is that people are suggesting writers to me that I have never read. That has been utter joy. I love learning of writers I haven't read before.