RABINDRANATH TAGORE, GITANJALI
I see a light, but no fire. Is this what my life is to be like?
Better to head for the grave.
A messenger comes, the grief-courier, and the message is
that the woman you love is in her house alone, and wants you
to come now while it is still night.
Clouds unbroken, rain, all night, all night. I don't understand
these wild impulses-what is happening to me.
A lightning flash is followed by deeper melancholy. I
stumble around inside looking for the path the night wants
me to take.
Light, where is the light? Light the fire, if you have desire!
Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness. Black night, black
stone. Don't let your whole life go by in the dark.
Evidently the only way to find the path is to set fire to my