“Sickbed 39”

When I don’t see you, pain weaves

a world under me that whispers

your leaving.

Panicked, I try to seize an empty sky

with stretched hands.

The dream breaks.

And there you are, knitting,

beside me—

bending to the calm of creation.

-Rabindranath Tagore, 5 December 1940

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