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Hello everyone,
This is my poetics night – yes but I have to tell you that your bartender today is turning thirty-four today and breathing a sigh that getting older isn’t fun or special in any way. I don’t get many gifts these days or even if I do it is not something to look forward to feel cheered about. So I was kind of hoping that talking to the wonderful poets around the world could be a gift in itself, to be able to hear and resonate with the finest of expressions, is probably the true gift, I can enjoy being a writer myself.
I wanted to share a very special poem by Tagore with all of you, this was a part of his publication ‘Song Offering’ (or ‘Geetanjali’ in Bengali) about a hundred years ago. I have read it in both original and translation and love it. Since my childhood, this poem has helped me find an answer to the rhetorical question – what is the true gift. Perhaps what we get in return is what we have the heart to offer. I hope you like this.
“I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King of all kings!
My hopes rose high and me thought my evil days were at an end, and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say `What hast thou to give to me?’
Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee.
But how great my surprise when at the day’s end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.
Tonight, I look forward to poetic presents from you – a gift that you would like to give with your poetry. Oh! It’s not my gift; it could be anything that you would like to give to the world.
Looking forward to what you bring on board. Thanks everyone.
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Good evening Abhra, I know it’s late where you are.. so I hope you will not stay up much longer.. sleep is something we all need.. and most of all happy birthday.. I read your poem, and I know you had your daughter’s smile to lighten your day.. 🙂
I think you would look grand in your daughter’s tiara. Happy birthday, poet brother, for God created new blossoms to celebrate your entrance. When I was 34 I was a struggling actor in an indifferent world. I moved on to became a teacher for the blind, & never regretted one more day, nor felt it was work for over 30 more years. I enjoyed your loving challenge. I connected my gift to poetry itself, for that is the gift that endures.
I really looked at words myself as will .. the best gift both to give and receive..
Wow – yes I can imagine how challenging it would be to start your life over again at 34…I have recently shifted a lot from here and there and don’t have it in me to move around…..
Happy birthday. I hope you will find some joy in this special day when the world gave you to us as a gift. Each day is so precious and I know you see that when you watch your daughter grow, when you hold your wife, when you see the sun shine and feel the rain against your face. Our days are all so special. Eight years ago, I spent my birthday in hospital after being operated on for cancer. Every day since then has been a gift. My birthdays now mean so much. I hope you will like the poems we give in response to this lovely and meaningful prompt. Get some good rest, awake refreshed in body and in spirit.
I can really understand how you look upon it differently.. I like the colors of the trees right now.. we are having the first touch of winter, with night temperatures approaching freezing..
I lay in my hospital bed watching the sun play upon the leaves of the sycamore tree outside my window. I found such piece in that changing gold upon the gold of the leaves. I have never looked at autumn the same way since. We are finally getting some cool. Our leaves will not really begin a rapid change until hit by the first frost. some are already tired of waiting for the frost and beginning now. the days are getting shorter, the nights and restful darkness longer.
You give me a lot of hope – I indeed had a very joyful day…
HUGE SMILE!!!!
Hi All– I am here for sometime…thank you for your wishes..
Happy birthday Abhra – to me you are barely out of girlhood, and I have to tell you that my best years were from 30 to 60!
I am sorry but girlhood?
It’s all relative. Approaching 80, I look back on those years, when my confidence was just starting to appear, as a person and as a parent, and I think how little I knew then.
I see – yes, and lately my life has taken a lot of turns. I guess I will know when I am in my 60s if those turns are good.
Happy Birthday! I’ve been kind of blue today. I was worried that I would bring a sad pallor to an otherwise glorious day, then I thought of the best gift- humour. I don’t write a lot of funnies but I have a twisted sense of humour that gets me through the bad times. A laugh seemed to be the best gift. I hope it comes across!
Laughter is the best medicine. Thank you!
🙂 and thank you
our conversation was like a cup of cool water today
Yes, it truly was!
Happy birthday Abhra ~ I will be writing and reading in a bit after my gym ~
Here’s wishing you all Happy Tuesday ~
Happy Tuesday everyone! No rain here for the first time in two weeks. The dreaded hurricane passed us by with only some flooding, a little loss of power, some downed trees. The southwest part of the state got slammed with rain and flooding. I hope our friend X and our founder Brian are safe and sound.
Happy birthday!
Thirty-four?! My goodness. You’re a baby! 🙂
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Happy Birthday Abra
sorry – “Abhra” I hope you had a very special day!
A very, very happy birthday to you, Ahra!
Happy Birthday to you Abhra, I hope you had a wonderful day!
Happy Birthday, Abhra! I hope you had a wonderful day. I enjoyed the beautiful poem by R. Tagore…what an amazing poet and awakened being.
Gayle ~
A very happy birthday to you, Abhra, and many more! Thanks for posting this golden poem and for prompting us to share our gifts and camaraderie here 🙂
I’m a bit late to the party but just added my link! My poem is in no way a gift to you, Abhra, as it’s about my husband’s back zits. Lol!
Also, I guess I just realized that I didn’t do the prompt quite right… I wrote about a gift I receive every day, not a gift I give to anyone…. oh well.
Hi All…I couldn’t get time to come online yesterday at all. I will make rounds now – thank you so much for your wishes