Foto: S.C. Zerbetto - Istanbul, Turkey, 2006
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring,
one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished
flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one
spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.
Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1231.html
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring,
one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished
flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one
spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.
Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1231.html
