The day when death knocks
at my door what will I offer him?I will set before my guest
the full bowl of my life.
I will never let him go empty handed,
but place before him all my sweetautumn days and summer nights
with earnings and gleanings of my busy life.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali,
poem 90
Henry Victor 20.12.2012
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