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I began to write a poem to the accompaniment of the morning breeze and the singing birds. I was getting along splendidly—a smile playing over my lips, my eyes half closed, my head swaying to the rhythm, the thing I hummed gradually taking shape—when
Glimpses of Bengal Selected from the Letters of Sir Rabindranath Tagore
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