Chaudhuri, Sukanta (ed);
The Oxford India illustrated Children's Tagore
Oxford University Press, New Delhi 1991, 119 pages
ISBN 0195684176
topics: | poetry | tagore | translation |
To many young readers, especially those growing up away from Bengal, Tagore may be rather a stern figure with a Santa Claus like beard with little cheer about him. But as a writer Tagore has a delightful sense of the absurd and witty style that he reserves for his charming repertoire of stories and poems for young people. In fact, of the 31 collected volumes of his published work the equivalent of about two volumes, consists of writing for young people. The Oxford India Illustrated Children's Tagore brings together quite a few of the writer's best pieces including poems and plays. The best pieces are probably the ones taken from his memoirs that deal with his childhood. A style of growing up that is alien to most, they aren't just records of time with family and friends but also wonderful pen pictures of a time gone by. Of special interest are the illustrations, some done by Tagore and others by artists from Shantineketan - often quite simple lines simply inked in, yet telling in their effect
I couldn't see Upon this tree A single flower Yesterday, And now it's full: Can the gardener tell How it could happen Just this way? At hide and seek The flower's peek Within the trees They come and go. Where do they hide, Where do they bide With faces veiled Does someone know? Hidden from looks Within their nooks They watch and wait With open ear, Until the breeze Among the trees Whistles a call They somehow hear At frantic pace They scrub their faces For there's just No time to lose; The on they press In coloured dress From their homes And out they cruise Where is that home From which they come? Is it upon The earth close by? Dada says no; He seems to know It's far away Up in the sky. There all the day Upon their way Colourful clouds Sail to and fro; The sunlight pours Through secret doors And in their midst The breezes blow