<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was walking by the road, I do not<br>know why, when the noonday was past<br>and bamboo branches rustled in the<br>wind.<br> The prone shadows with their out-<br>stretched arms clung to the feet of<br>the hurrying light.<br> The koels were weary of their<br>songs.<br> I was walking by the road, I do not <br>know why.<br> The hut by the side of the water is<br>shaded by an overhanging tree.<br> Some on was busy with her work,<br>and her bangles made music in the<br>corner.<br> I stood before this hut, I know not<br>why.<br> The narrow winding road crosses<br>many a mustard field, and many a<br>mango forest.<br> It passes by the temple of the<br>village and the market at the river<br>landing-place.<br> I stopped by this hut, I do not know<br>why.<br> Years ago it was a day of breezy<br>March when the murmur of the spring<br>was languorous, and mango blossoms<br>were dropping on the dust.<br> The rippling water leapt and licked<br>the brass vessel that stood on the <br>landing-step.<br> I think of that day of breezy March,<br>I do not know why.<br> Shadows are deepening and cattle <br>returning to their folds.<br> The light is grey upon the lonely<br>meadows, and the villagers are waiting<br>for the ferry at the bank.<br> I slowly return upon my steps, I<br>do not know why.</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=480051" data-title="The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description="I was walking by the road, I do not know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled in the wind. The prone shadows with their out- stretched arms clung to the feet of the hurrying light. The koels were weary of their songs. I wa..."></div> </div> </div>

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