Poetry for a Monday morn arriving on a sea of public anxiety, despair, frustration and rejection.
Where the Mind is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection:
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is lead forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
— Rabindranath Tagore, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.
Monday, August 11, 2003
