Death of the Bird

For every bird there is this last migration;

Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;

With a warm passage to the summer station

Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.

Year after year a speck on the map, divided

By a whole hemisphere, summons her to come;

Season after season, sure and safely guided,

Going away she is also coming home.

And being home, memory becomes a passion

With which she feeds her brood and straws her nest,

Aware of ghosts that haunt the heart’s possession

And exiled love mourning within the breast.

The sands are green with a mirage of valleys;

The palm tree casts a shadow not its own;

Down the long architrave of temple or palace

Blows a cool air from moorland scarps of stone.

And day by day the whisper of love grows stronger;

That delicate voice, more urgent with despair,

Custom and fear constraining her no longer,

Drives her at last on the waste leagues of air.

A vanishing speck in those inane dominions,

Single and frail, uncertain of her place,

Alone in the bright host of her companions,

Lost in the blue unfriendliness of space.

She feels it close now, the appointed season;

The invisible thread is broken as she flies;

Suddenly, without warning, without reason,

The guiding spark of instinct winks and dies.

Try as she will, the trackless world delivers

No way, the wilderness of light no sign;

Immense,complex contours of hills and rivers

Mock her small wisdom with their vast design.

The darkness rises from the eastern valleys,

And the winds buffet her with their hungry breath,

And the great earth, with neither grief nor malice,

Receives the tiny burden of her death.

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• Lover’s Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled the Old Road by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XLVII: The Road Is by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XLIII: Dying, You Have Left Behind by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XLII: Are You a Mere Picture by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XL: A Message Came by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts XIII: Last Night in the Garden by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts VIII: There Is Room for You by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts LXX: Take Back Your Coins by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts LVIII: Things Throng and Laugh by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts LIV: In the Beginning of Time by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts LII: Tired of Waiting by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lover’s Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lotus by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lost Time by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Lost Star by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
• Little Of Me by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore

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