Saturday, September 24, 2005

I hold her hands and pressed her to my breast,
I try to fill my arms with her loveliness,
to plunder her sweet smiles with kisses, to drink her dark glances with my eyes.

Ah, but where is it?
Who can strain the blue from the sky?
I try to grasp it;
It eludes me, leaving the body in my hands.
Baffled and weary I come back.
How can the body touch the flower which only the spirit can touch?



--Tagore