When she passed by me with quick
steps, the end of her skirt touched
me.
From the unknown island of a
heart came a sudden warm breath of
spring.
A flutter of a flitting touch brushed
me and vanished in a moment, like a
torn flower petal blown in the breeze.
It fell upon my heart like a sigh of
her body and whisper of her heart.
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The hem of a garment is a wonderful image and here in a simple wonderful verse we have form and movement and a vivid image that seems to linger...such a short rich verse here...Tagore in brevity and beauty here...PK
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Tagore is one of my favourite poet here, and this poem is one of the reasons why I like his poetry so much.
The first line shows a simple scene, solid image, then he changes to metaphors without losing the connection of thoughts.
Such a tender poem...
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