Poems on Time
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
photo:gb
4 comments:
That is absolutely beautiful. I love every line. Thank you so much. He is an amazing poet, isn't he?
I love the line...edges of time...thankyou!
Hej Teresa and Gerry,
Yes,he's wonderful. Those two last lines are so beautiful.
Time is precious. I truly hope we'll all have a good new year in 2012.
Thank you for your kind words to me in 2011.
Grethe
Beautiful
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