amen-quixote1 - The Monday Morning Memo

“Where do you hurry with your basket this late evening when the marketing is over? They all have come home with their burdens; The moon peeps from above the village trees. The echoes of the voices calling for the ferry run across the dark water to the distant swamp where wild ducks sleep. Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over?

Sleep has laid her fingers upon the eyes of the earth. The nests of the crows have become silent, and the murmurs of the bamboo leaves are silent. The labourers home from their fields spread their mats in the courtyards. Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over?”

- Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener 54, Where Do You You Hurry with Your Basket?

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