The Gift by Rabindranath Tagore  Next O my love, what gift of mine Shall I give you this dawn? A morning song? But morning does not last long— The heat of the sun Wilts like a flower And songs that tire Are done. O friend, when you come to my gate. At dusk What is it you ask? What shall I bring you? A light? A lamp from a secret corner of my silent house? But will you want to take it with you Down the crowded street? Alas, The wind will blow it out. Whatever gifts are in my power to give you, Be they flowers, Be they gems for your neck How can they please you If in time they must surely wither, Crack, Lose lustre? All that my hands can place in yours Will slip through your fingers And fall forgotten to the dust To turn into dust. Rather, When you have leisure, Wander idly through my garden in spring And let an unknown, hidden flower’s scent startle you Into sudden wondering— Let that displaced moment Be my gift. Or if, as you peer your way down a shady avenue, Suddenly, spilled From the thick gathered tresses of evening A single shivering fleck of sunset-light stops you, Turns your daydreams to gold, Let that light be an innocent Gift. Truest treasure is fleeting; It sparkles for a moment, then goes. It does not tell its name; its tune Stops us in our tracks, its dance disappears At the toss of an anklet I know no way to it— No hand, nor word can reach it. Friend, whatever you take of it, On your own, Without asking, without knowing, let that Be yours. Anything I can give you is trifling— Be it a flower, or a song. 1.What gifts are in the speaker’s power to give a loved one? 2.Why is the speaker not giving any of these gifts? 3.What gifts does the speaker consider more precious? Why? 4.What do the “scent of the flower” and fleck sunset-light” symbolize? 5.What message does the poem convey in the last two lines? 6. Read the poem and write an analysis paper after.
1. The Gift by Rabindranath Tagore  Next O my love, what gift of mine Shall I give you this dawn? A morning song? But morning does not last long— The heat of the sun Wilts like a flower And songs that tire Are done. O friend, when you come to my gate. At dusk What is it you ask? What shall I bring you? A light? A lamp from a secret corner of my silent house? But will you want to take it with you Down the crowded street? Alas, The wind will blow it out. Whatever gifts are in my power to give you, Be they flowers, Be they gems for your neck How can they please you If in time they must surely wither, Crack, Lose lustre? All that my hands can place in yours Will slip through your fingers And fall forgotten to the dust To turn into dust. Rather, When you have leisure, Wander idly through my garden in spring And let an unknown, hidden flower’s scent startle you Into sudden wondering— Let that displaced moment Be my gift. Or if, as you peer your way down a shady avenue, Suddenly, spilled From the thick gathered tresses of evening A single shivering fleck of sunset-light stops you, Turns your daydreams to gold, Let that light be an innocent Gift. Truest treasure is fleeting; It sparkles for a moment, then goes. It does not tell its name; its tune Stops us in our tracks, its dance disappears At the toss of an anklet I know no way to it— No hand, nor word can reach it. Friend, whatever you take of it, On your own, Without asking, without knowing, let that Be yours. Anything I can give you is trifling— Be it a flower, or a song. 1.What gifts are in the speaker’s power to give a loved one? 2.Why is the speaker not giving any of these gifts? 3.What gifts does the speaker consider more precious? Why? 4.What do the “scent of the flower” and fleck sunset-light” symbolize? 5.What message does the poem convey in the last two lines? 6. Read the poem and write an analysis paper after.
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