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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beginning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked<br>its mother.<br> She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the<br>baby to her breast-<br> "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.<br> You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with<br>clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade<br>you then.<br> You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship<br>I worshipped you.<br> In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my<br>mother you have lived.<br> In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have<br>been nursed for ages.<br> When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered<br>as a fragrance about it.<br> Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow<br>in the sky before the sunrise.<br> Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you<br>have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you<br>have stranded on my heart.<br> As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong<br>to all have become mine.<br> For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What<br>magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of<br>mine?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480024" data-title="The Beginning de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description=""Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast- "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the..."></div> </div> </div>
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