"The Flying Swans"
At the ebb of day comes the tide of night
Carrying myriads of star flowers.
Suddenly I hear
In the vaste emptiness of the evening sky
The lightning flash of sounds
Shattering from the far to the far beyond.
O flying swans,
Tonight you have opened for me the door of silence.
Behind her veil, in earth, sky, water,
I heart the restless beating of wings.
I hear the countless voices of the human heart
From the dim past to the dim unblossomed future.
Hear, within my own breast
The fluttering of the homeless bird, which,
In company with countless others
Flies day and night.
The void of the universe is resounding with the music of wings...
“Not here, Not here. Somewhere far beyond...”.
Rabindranath Tagore. 1861 - 1941.
“The Minister for Exams”
When I was a child I sat an exam. The test was so simple
There was no way I could fail.
Q1. Describe the taste of the moon
“It tastes like creation” I wrote,..”..”it has the flavour of sunlight”.
Q2. What colour is love?
“Love is the colour of the water a man
lost in the desert finds”, I wrote..
Q3. Why do snowflakes melt?
I wrote…”.. they melt because they fall
on the warm tongue of God”.
There were other questions. They were just as simple.
I described the grief of Adam when he was expelled from Eden.
I wrote down the weight of an elephant’s dream.
Yet today, many years later
For my living I sweep the street
…and clean out the toilets of the fat hotels
Why? Because constantly I failed my exams.
Why? Well…let me set a test..
Q1. How large is a child’s imagination..?
Q2. How shallow is the soul of the Minister for Exams…..?
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