by Rabindranath Tagore 

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. 
Your world has broken upon me like a flood. 
The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. 
The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. 
And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.

Source: Poetry magazine, 1913

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A native of Calcutta, India, who wrote in Bengali and often translated his own work into English, Rabindranath Tagore(1861-1941) won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 — the first Asian to receive the honor. He wrote poetry, fiction, drama, essays, and songs; promoted reforms in education, aesthetics and religion; and in his late sixties turned to the visual arts, producing 2,500 paintings and drawings before his death.

PAINTING: “Irises” by Vincent van Gogh (1889), Getty Museum, Los Angeles, California.