Le Champ de Mars
Marc Chagall
Still Heart
Rabindranath Tagore
When I give up the helm
I know that the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done.
Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands
and silently put up with your defeat, my heart,
and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still
where you are placed.
These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,
and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.
But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark,
spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord,
come silently and take thy seat here.
Marc Chagall
Still Heart
Rabindranath Tagore
When I give up the helm
I know that the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done.
Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands
and silently put up with your defeat, my heart,
and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still
where you are placed.
These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,
and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.
But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark,
spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord,
come silently and take thy seat here.
4 comments:
Miss you my friend!
Ah - the eternal struggle for control. That's always an issue in our house, in my heart.
Beautiful poem Beth!
Beautiful.
And I am late on congratulating Lucia (and your family) on her baptism. Beautiful pictures of a beautiful family.
One more - have you seen this? Thought you would like it.
http://milasdaydreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-promenade.html
"But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark..."
That's a pretty awesome line. I could really chew on that, on this whole poem, for awhile.
Miss you. Love you. I'll call you tomorrow.
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