small surprises

Written for:   Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #52 Tagore’s “Last Curtain”

“Welcome at our last weekend meditation of September 2018. I have another beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore to challenge you. As all the weekend meditations were this month. You have to “distil” a haiku (or tanka) from the given “long poem” by Tagore.

The poem by Tagore is titled “Last Curtain” and I think it don’t need further explanation. To make your weekend meditation challenge a bit more difficult I love to challenge you to create a Troiku with the haiku you have distilled from this “long poem” or the haiku you created inspired on this poem. (more about Troiku you can find above in the menu).”

Here is the “long poem” by Tagore:

Last Curtain

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
—let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.

Haiku Distillation:

ordinary life
goes on after death’s curtain
Will you know what you’ve missed?

Troiku:

ordinary life
where beauty exists in all
small surprises

goes on after death’s curtain
sunrise, sunset, stars
ocean waves

small surprises
hummingbird, pale crocus head
are the joys of life

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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