Lotte,

Tagore speaks for us!  Across the miles, Yours. Xander


“It is the pang of separation which spreads throughout the world

And gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.

It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all night

From star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in

Rainy darkness of July.

It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and

desires, into sufferings and joys in human homes; and this it

is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet’s heart.”

—  R. Tagore

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