Prose

Today, Prose is bringing you a very special midweek episode in honor of its founder's younger brother and bff's birthday!  This celebration takes the form of a reading of an elegant poem:  "The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother" by Rabindranath Tagore.  The text is below for those unfamiliar who might like to follow along.   None lives for ever, brother, and nothing lasts for long. Keep that in mind and rejoice. Our life is not the one old burden, our path is not the one long journey. One sole poet has not to sing one aged song. The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever. Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice. There must come a full pause to weave perfection into music. Life droops toward its sunset to be drowned in the golden shadows. Love must be called from its play to drink sorrow and be borne to the heaven of tears. Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice. We hasten to gather our flowers lest they are plundered by the passing winds. It quickens our