Submit Your Poems Get Your Premium Membership  Lovers Gifts XVI:
She Dwelt Here by the Pool  Written by: Rabindranath Tagore |
Biography  | Quotes (42) |  She dwelt here by the pool with its
landing-stairs in ruins. Many an evening she had watched the
moon made dizzy by the shaking of bamboo leaves, and on many a
rainy day the smell of the wet earth had come to her over the
young shoots of rice. Her pet name is known here among those
date-palm groves and in the courtyards where girls sit and talk
while stitching their winter quilts. The water in this pool
keeps in its depth the memory of her swimming limbs, and her wet
feet had left their marks, day after day, on the footpath
leading to the village. The women who come to-day with their
vessels to the water have all seen her smile over simple jests,
and the old peasant, taking his bullocks to their bath, used to
stop at her door every day to greet her. Many a sailing-boat
passes by this village; many a traveller takes rest beneath that
banyan tree; the ferry-b