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Stray Birds -- Rabindranath Tagore

Guest poem sent in by Sarah Korah

I was reminded of this poem when I recently read Keats 'To Autumn' on
minstrels:
(Poem #1785) Stray Birds
 Stray birds of summer come to my
   window to sing and fly away.
 And yellow leaves of autumn, which
   have no songs, flutter and fall
   there with a sigh.
-- Rabindranath Tagore
In this season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, when night comes early and
remains long, this poem reminds me of summer days which fly away all too
soon. It also made me realise that while there is beauty in fall colors and
a certain poignancy in falling leaves, there's little music in them.

Tagore through and through, simple and beautiful.

Sarah Korah

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