Let Me Not Forget
Rabindranath Tagore
1861 to 1941
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
- let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
- let me not forget for a moment,
and in my wakeful hours.
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
and in my wakeful hours.
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
- let me not forget for a moment,
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
- let me not forget for a moment,
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world