I’ve been a supporter of Copper Canyon Press for several years, and every once in a while they send me something in the mail. A few years ago, it was Rabindranath Tagore’s The Lover of God. I didn’t read it right away (for whatever distracting reason), and then it was buried under a pile of other books. But when I moved into the writing studio, I put it on the books-to-read shelf.
And what a delight! I was captivated both by the imagery and the story–as well as the story of Randranath Tagore himself (which made me think of Pessoa). (I confess: I skimmed the front matter and didn’t get to the postscript. Perhaps on a second reading.)
Have you read these? Two voices speak in them–the older mentor consoling and chiding, the young lover passionate and inconsolable.
And the images! From my favorite,
“Too late for embarrassment, shy doe
nibbling at the forest’s edge,
shawled in deep blue shadows.”
“Black bees carry the moon’s luster
from flower to flower.”
You can read the whole poem on the Copper Canyon Press site.