“Crossing 16” by Rabindranath Tagore [w/ Audio]

You came to my door in the dawn and sang; 
it angered me to be awakened from sleep,
and you went away unheeded.
You came in the noon and asked for water;
it vexed me in my work,
and you were sent away with reproaches.
You came in the evening with your flaming torches.
You seemed to me like a terror and I shut my door.
Now in the midnight I sit alone in my lampless room
and call you back whom I turned away in insult.

POEM: Rejection

I washed up on the same shore from
which I had tried to swim.
I breathed so hard, but couldn’t recoup
a face that wasn’t grim.

The currents toyed with me, but then
spit me back on the shore
just down the river from that place
I’d been moments before.

With Einsteinian insanity,
I tried again-and-again.
For every river must change its
ways, every now and then.