“Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.”
Your thoughts did come, Mr. Tagore, and I am like a star that has seen the afterglow of your sunset. Stray Birds is a fine collection of single sentence musings, most of which relate nature and love to human experience. They are like proverbs that read as minimalist poems, containing dense amounts of wisdom hidden between the lines. I found myself reading many of them several times over, just to grasp all the hidden threads of meaning implied by Tagore's vastness of form. He says a lot with such few words, something a lot of us would do well to emulate.
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