Sunday, May 10, 2015

Rabindranath Tagore

I was reminded of this poem, which fits both my current mood in post-election fugue.

Where the mind is without fear 

And the head is held high 
Where knowledge is free 
Where the world has not been broken up into 
fragments by 
narrow domestic walls 
Where words come out from the depths of truth 
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards 
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its
way into the
dreary desert sands of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into
thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my
country awake

Must read more Tagore. 

[Goes off to do some reading]