Rabindranath Tagore- Michael loved his poetry

I just came across this site and i wanted to share it with you

Really nice written words about Michael

http://raistalla.tumblr.com/post/163646438/

Deepak Chopra said that two weeks before his death, Michael had been reading his poetry.


A Moments Indulgence



I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works

that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,

and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and

the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing

dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

My Song

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child,
like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear,
when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead, when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.