[1790] Stray Birds

I was reminded of this poem when I recently read Keats 'To Autumn' on
minstrels:

Stray birds of summer come to my
  window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which
  have no songs, flutter and fall
  there with a sigh.

   -- Rabindranath Tagore

In this season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, when night comes early and
remains long, this poem reminds me of summer days which fly away all too
soon. It also made me realise that while there is beauty in fall colors and
a certain poignancy in falling leaves, there's little music in them.

Tagore through and through, simple and beautiful.

Sarah Korah

[this poem is archived, accessible and awaiting your comments at]
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1786.html
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