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In After Tagore
David
Ray explores, elaborates, transposes and engages his own thoughts in
dialogue with those of Tagore to celebrate the elemental simplicity of human
endeavors, telling people to look away from the clock and the calendar.
"Ray's Tagore poems take us to a larger tradition and Tagore turns out to be
a vital door," writes Yuyutsu RD Sharma, poet and Nirala Series editor.
(Nirala Publications, New Delhi, India, 2008)
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Strange to think how we once had wings --
these very cells that make up our flesh,
so earthbound and heavy. And strange
to think we were dinosaurs and that
the water flowing through us back to earth
once flowed through them, and odd to think
that we were once tiny horses, great whales,
little bugs that scurry around on the ground
and have done so for millions of years. Strange
to think we were again and again newborn
babes just learning to smile. And the scales!
You once had scales, my love, and often
delighted another snake.
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