April 17, 2015
by Ansuman

Book Launch

Thursday 14th May, 6.30pm

The Nehru Centre

8 South Audley Street

London W1K 1HF


Book LaunchRabindranath Tagore: One Hundred Years of Global Reception

Edited by Martin Kampchen and Imre Bangha; Editorial Adviser Uma Das Gupta


The editors of this book asked Tagore experts worldwide to narrate how the Bengali author has been received from 1913 until our time. The idea for the book was conceived by the editors during the International Conference held by the Tagore Centre UK at London University in 2011, and the UK entry was written by the Chairperson of the Tagore Centre. We would be delighted if you can join us for the UK launch at the Nehru Centre, where all of the editors will be present and refreshments will be provided.


December 20, 2014
by Ansuman

Words, Listening, Waiting

Here are three new pieces of writing by one of the Tagore Centre resident artists, Nuala Dalton. Her empathetic responses to Tagore might give clues to our own creative practice.








September 22, 2014
by Ansuman

Dancing around Tagore

By Fiona Harvey

18th September 2014

As I sit down to write this next part of my exploration, I am distracted by the thought that it is Referendum Day in Scotland. Will we live in a different country tomorrow ? And it reminds me of all the many separations and mergings of nations in other parts of the world, in particular Partition of India in 1947.

Back to my voyage round the Archive. I had hoped to look at some of Tagore’s dance-dramas on video at the Centre, but they are unfortunately in too fragile a state and need to be transferred to a more robust medium.  So I was able to read about them in some of the English language writings in the archive.



Only about one third of Tagore’s writing has been translated into English so I was glad to learn that there were also some commentaries in English. And, of course, there are inummerable posts on Youtube showing different dancers’ interpretations. I particularly like this one :


because it includes some introductory explanation about the work. I am a keen dancer myself, pursuing Contemporary and Ballet primarily, although I have performed a variety of Indian folk dance with a group at Lohri Festival in Ahmedabad.

Fiona in Ahmedabad

I wondered how feasible it would be to develop some kind of crossover piece of work which blended Tagore’s style with a contemporary European approach. My aim would be to sever the boundaries of time and place, consolidating and developing the heritage.

September 21, 2014
by Ansuman

The Many Meanings of Tagore’s Bird Leitmotif

by Aurogeeta Das

Rabindranath Tagore - Plate290

Rabindranath Tagore – Plate 290

In the second part of my exploration of Tagore’s birds, I would like to first pick up some of the recurring themes that I saw emerging in his poetry, for example the ephemerality of life as hinted at in the following verse from Stray Birds:


Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

            And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. (1)

Rabindranath Tagore – Plate 243a

One sees this in other verses too, all of which I quote here from The Jewel That is Best, a collection of beautiful translations by William Radice. The following two are from the section Jottings:


Ragged dusty feathers lie,

Forgetful of how they flew in the sky. (2)

Rabindranath Tagore - Plate306

Rabindranath Tagore – Plate306


No trace of my flight

            Shows in the sky,

But what a delight

            It was, to fly! (3)

In the first one, the ragged feathers speak of past glory; one senses a melancholic note here, but in the second, the ephemeral nature of flight is celebrated.

Aurogeeta Das – Untitled [Bird2]

In other verses by Tagore, as pointed out previously, there is something of yearning, of wanting to be what one is not. Generally, Tagore’s bird is a symbol of nature, a metaphor for song, or freedom, or something else even (faith, for example), but seldom does Tagore name specific birds in his poetry. When Tagore does identify particular birds as he does with the tailorbird, the peacock, the koel and the crow below, there is something of irony that creeps in.

Rabindranath Tagore – Plate 300

A subtle variation of the ironic theme is a more overt form of envy, articulated in the first poem here as misplaced pity (both poems are from the section Particles):

  1. Glory’s Burden

The tailorbird said, ‘O Peacock, I feel

Such pity for you when I see your tail.’

Said the peacock, ‘Really? Please tell my why

Seeing me brings a tear to your eye.’

The tailorbird said, ‘It looks so funny

Your tail is much greater in size than your body.

Just watch how I dart lightly about!

Your tail must be such a burdensome weight.’

‘Don’t,’ said the peacock, ‘grieve for me falsely.

Burdens must rest on those who have glory.’ (4)

Aurogeeta Das – Untitled [Bird5]

  1. Plain Speaking

The forest blooms with the coming of Spring:

All that the koel does is sing.

‘I suppose,’ says the crow, ‘you’ve nothing to do

But flatter the Spring with your hullabaloo.’

Pausing for a moment, the koel looks round:

‘Who are you? Where do you come from, friend?’

‘I’m the plain-speaking crow,’ the crow replies.

‘Delighted,’ says the koel, and politely bows.

‘Be free to speak plainly all the year long.

I’m happy with the truth of my own sweet song.’ (5)

Radice explains in a footnote that ‘the koel has a shrill, dominating call, rising up the scale, ending with a softer, cooing sound.’ It may be relevant to add that the koel is of the same family as the cuckoo and in the popular Indian imaginary, is often revered for its song.

Aurogeeta Das – Untitled [Bird1]

Tagore has several verses where birds are clearly regarded as sentient beings of the natural world and these are among my favourites, as they situate birds in a larger eco-system, as it were. All three poems below are taken from the section Sparks:


When a bird sings a song

It does not know that it worships

            The sun’s dawning.

When a flower blooms in the wood

It does not know that it makes

Its pūjā offering. (6)

As Radice’s footnote explains, pūjā is Hindu worship or ritual, where ‘it is customary to offer flowers to a deity’.


Night becomes day:

            Birds, wake up,

Follow light’s path

            To heaven’s cup. (7)

Curiously, an additional theme that is clearly a major preoccupation for Tagore is the continual cycle of night and day. Itself a symbol of the ephemerality of life, the progression of day turning into night and night dawning as fresh day recurs time and again in his poems, including the ones I am quoting here, which evidently suggest this in myriad ways:


Rain in the night runs riot

            In the tamāl branches.

It drums at the nests of birds:

            ‘Wake up, wake up,’ it urges. (8)

From the section Jottings, the following verse shows the same preoccupation, but here, day and night seem to additionally symbolise the presence or absence of faith:


Faith is a bird at dawn

            Whose song says, ‘Light, light!’

Before night’s dark is gone. (9)

Rabindranath Tagore – Plate 301

In my first blogpost exploring Tagore’s birds, I asserted that it would be reasonable to interpret Tagore’s feelings about birdsong being largely joyful. In the following verses (the first taken from the section Jottings and the second from Sparks), we see this and more — specifically, that Tagore equates the joy of birdsong with the joy of flight:


O flocks of ducks in the wind in winter,

The wine of flight inspires your wings!

            Ecstatic with dreams of remoteness,

            Drunk with the sky’s blueness,

Tell me, how can I fill my songs

            With that same liquor? (10)



            In the joy of its flight

            The bird seems to write

Letterless words in the sky.

            When my flying mind sings

            My pen is borne high

            On the same joyous wings. (11)

Aurogeeta Das – Untitled [Bird3]

Taken from the section Sparks, the following poem is a rare exception where Tagore seems to censure the bird for its incessant song:


‘Answer me, answer me, wife!’

            The more the bird sings

The more its own racket

            Drowns the answers

                        The woodland brings. (12)

Radice explains that the Indian nightingale is colloquially sometimes referred to as ‘Bau kathā kao‘. ‘Bau‘ meaning ‘wife’ in Bengali, this would explain the term ‘wife’ being used here. It would almost seem as though Tagore wishes that the bird would occasionally be silent enough to hear the responses of the woodland. This is unusual, in that Tagore almost always seems to delight in birdsong.

Indeed, judging by the number of verses Tagore penned which mention birds, birdsong, bird flight or even just feathers or nests, I cannot help but feel that Tagore perhaps even endowed the symbolic bird with qualities that he aspired to. This yearning, to possess a talent that the all encompassing bird is graced with, is felt in the following poems from the sections Sparks and Jottings respectively, articulated in the first poem not as the poet’s desire but the longing of the sky itself:


                        Springtime bird,

You give the woodland shade the gift of tongues.

            Sky wants to sing with your voice

                        Its own songs. (13)


The songs in my heart

Are a flock of birds

            Whose eager quest

Finds in your voice

            A nest that is best. (14)

Furthermore, while the poems above refer to birdsong, one can sense through the many poems of Tagore where the bird appears as a leitmotif, that in fact, the qualities of the bird that Tagore aspires to are variously expressed as the articulation of song, the freedom of flight or even the realisation of unfulfilled dreams. In some poems, the bird represents these unattainable or as yet unattained qualities; in others, the bird is a metaphor, often a fairly cryptic one, such as in the following verses quoted from the sections Jottings and Sparks respectively:


Dreams are nests that birds

            In sleep’s obscure recesses

Build from our talkative days’

            Discarded bits and pieces. (15)



In the sky of the mind

            Along its horizon

The world-weary dream-bird

            Hastens on. (16)

I have tried in this post to underline the significance of Tagore’s ‘bird’, especially as seen in his poetry. In subsequent posts, I look forward to further exploring this leitmotif in his longer poetry, his drama, his other prose writings and his art.

AurogeetaDas – Untitled [Bird 4]


(1) Tagore, Rabindranath, Stray Birds, Rupa & Co., New Delhi, 2002, p.3

(2) Tagore, Rabindranath, The Jewel That is Best: Collected Brief Poems, Penguin Books India, New Delhi, 2011 (translated by William Radice, First published as Particles, Jottings, Sparks: The Collected Brief Poems by Angel Books, 2001), p.80

(3) ibid, p.82

(4) ibid, p.37

(5) ibid, p.43

(6) ibid, p.139

(7) ibid, p.157

(8) ibid, p.157

(9) ibid, p.94

(10) ibid, p.100

(11) ibid, p.121

(12) ibid, p.143

(13) ibid, p.132

(14) ibid, p.85

(15) ibid, p.71

(16) ibid, p.152

Note on illustrations

Tagore’s paintings that I’ve reproduced here are from the following publication:

  1. Siva Kumar (Ed. and introduction), Rabindra Chitravali: Paintings of Rabindranath Tagore, Pratikshan, Kolkata, 2011 (in association with Visva Bharati, Santiniken and the Ministry of Culture, New Delhi)

I have also included some of my paintings of birds.

September 15, 2014
by Ansuman

Fiona Harvey at the Tagore Centre

So, I have now visited the archive at the Tagore Centre several times. I enjoy the feeling of space and light and quiet here, something to do with the curved expanse of glass making up more than half the wall space, and being above a library.

I was interested to discover the breadth of Tagore’s endeavours, unaware previously that he wrote dance-dramas in addition to the poetry, music and other writings that he is most known for. I knew he had painted, but had not looked at this work before, and spent a few happy hours browsing around 2,000 of his collected works in Kumar’s 4 volume edition. The work here is grouped into types of image : landscapes, figure, patterns, flowers, erasures and so on.

He started with doodles which turned into more complex images, sometimes abstract, sometimes as fantasy creatures, before training in more conventional styles of figurative and landscape painting. Whilst he makes accomplished enough works in these spheres, I feel they loose some of the imagination and uninhibited air of the earlier works. His extended drawings over his own manuscripts in both Bengali and English, sometimes covering large chunks of text, at other times merely linking it into a decorative trail, strike me as more profound and forward looking than his more conventional paintings.




Despite Tagore’s many talents, I found the arrangement of a photograph of him, adorned with vases of fresh lilies either side and having the appearance of an altar, a little disturbing. But perhaps this is down to cultural misinterpretation : maybe this arrangement is a mark of respect and not deification.

September 15, 2014
by Ansuman

Of Tagore, Reznikoff and Brevity

by Aurogeeta Das

In my previous post, I used the word ‘aphorism’ to describe Tagore’s poetry in Stray Birds. Before I continue my exploration of Tagore’s exploration of birds in his writing, I feel that this term requires some clarification. After all, an aphorism is not generally understood to be poetic. In the The Jewel That is Best, William Radice discusses the pros and cons of using the word ‘aphorism’ to describe Tagore’s poetry and understandably questions what word should be used, if not aphorism. He states,

Some people have called them epigrams; but the gnomic, ironic, often malicious connotations of the epigram… are not, for the most part, appropriate for Tagore. ‘Aphorism’ is better, and may be valid for Tagore’s own English translations of his poems of this sort, but the term is not usually applied to poetry, and every poem in the present volume is most definitely a poem, not a prose maxim or pensée. Moreover, the worldly yet subversive motive behind many aphorisms, particularly in the French tradition, is again not present in Tagore.” (1)

Radice ends by concluding that the best way to refer to these pieces is as ‘brief poems’.

Tagore himself seemed to derive considerable delight in being asked to write something ‘brief’. In his correspondence, we find explanations of the origins of the pieces that ultimately constituted the slim volume Stray Birds. Chief among these seemed to be a demand among his Japanese and Chinese admirers to jot something down on a hand fan, for example. This was during his travels to these countries. The brevity here is therefore not only occasioned due to pragmatic reasons — i.e. the space available, but also by the ‘moment’, if one may call it so — a brief moment of encounter between Tagore and an admirer, during which Tagore gifts a few lines written swiftly. Tagore writes of his pleasure that Chinese and Japanese admirers, unlike Indian ones, appreciated brevity, no doubt in part due to their tradition of the haiku. To me, a good haiku, despite being brief, seems to be characterised by reflections on a broader scale, suggesting through its little moments and brief words, things of greater — even perhaps, of universal — significance. A kind of mysticism permeates many of Tagore’s ‘aphorisms’ in Stray Birds:


There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air. (2)

It is this quality in Tagore’s brief poetry that is hard to emulate. I know, because I have tried in vain! It is possibly due to my own frustrations in this area that I wanted to share here some modern examples of haiku-like poetry. It is not so much as a comparison to Tagore’s sublime thoughts on nature that I offer these here, nor even as a linguistic or cultural parallel. It is more due to the beauty of the formal parallel that I quote Charles Reznikoff. Some of Reznikoffs poetry also provides an example of brevity suggesting something more. You might say that these are also poetic nuggets of sorts. These examples are from The Art of Hunger, a collection of non-fiction prose by the American writer Paul Auster:


The stiff lines of the twigs

Blurred by buds.


                  Moonlit Night

The trees’ shadows lie in black pools in the lawns.


                  The Bridge

In a cloud bones of steel.



While Tagore wrote so beautifully about nature, some of Reznikoff’s poetry seems to me to comment with elegant irony, on urban New York, by using images of nature:

This smoky winter morning —

do not despise the green jewel among the twigs

because it is a traffic light.


I do not know why it is that I recalled Reznikoff’s poetry when I read Tagore’s brief poems in Stray Birds. After all, Reznikoff’s poetry would seem to bear no resemblance whatsoever to Tagore’s. Indeed, beyond the fact that they both wrote poetry, it appears inappropriate to refer to both men on the same page. Reznikoff was a Jewish poet who lived in New York; his work drew upon legal testimonials and commented significantly on war and the Holocaust; he was known as an Objectivist, and therefore as a poet whose work would have been stripped of, for example, metaphor. Yet, it is Reznikoff’s work I thought of when reading Stray Birds. Perhaps it is merely my eclectic reading of poetry that is to blame. I read poetry without discipline, with no informed agenda. I derive great pleasure in browsing seemingly random volumes, so my apologies if it seems like I am indulging in what may well be a haphazard connection. But perhaps it is because I struggled to emulate Tagore’s quality of philosophical reflection and sought to remember when I had last felt like this that Reznikoff sprang to my mind.

To write this sort of brief poetry demands a range of special talents such as a facility with words and a skill for brevity, not to mention a poetic soul, a taste for philosophy and an ability to conjure images. Yet, it also requires something more ephemeral and therefore harder to grasp: an ability to be calm, to be so still that the reflections, like a gentle breeze, brush you for a brief moment. If you are agitated, if you so much as breathe a word during this moment, it passes you by and the breeze that might have left you with a few words of insight and beauty may have been nothing but a mirage. This ability to turn into an observer extraordinaire in order to write gems of poetry seems impossible to achieve without embracing absolute stillness and quietude; indeed, it seems unattainable unless one becomes quiet and still to the point of effacing oneself. Auster writes with penetrating insight, in relation to Reznikoff,

If the poet’s primary obligation is to see, there is a similar though less obvious injunction upon the poet — the duty of not being seen. The Reznikoff equation, which weds seeing to invisibility, cannot be made except by renunciation. In order to see, the poet must make himself invisible. He must disappear, efface himself in anonymity. (5)


Auster sees Reznikoff’s efforts to efface himself articulated in the following words by the poet:


I like the sound of the street —

but I, apart and alone,

beside an open window

and behind a closed door.


While I shall enjoy consolidating the research I have carried out on Tagore, I feel that I must begin to be quiet and still to be able to create work in response to Tagore’s art and writing. It appears to me impossible otherwise, to say anything of significance.



(1)Tagore, Rabindranath, The Jewel That is Best: Collected Brief Poems, Penguin Books India, New Delhi, 2011 (translated by William Radice, first published as Particles, Jottings, Sparks: The Collected Brief Poems by Angel Books, 2001), p.3

(2) Tagore, Rabindranath, Stray Birds, Rupa & Co., New Delhi, 2002, p.77

(3) Reznikoff, Charles, quoted by Paul Auster The Art of Hunger: Essays, Prefaces, Interviews & The Red Notebook, Faber and Faber, London, 1998 (first published by Penguin Putnam Inc, New York, 1997), p. 36

(4) Reznikoff, Charles, quoted by Paul Auster, The Art of Hunger: Essays, Prefaces, Interviews & The Red Notebook, Faber and Faber, London, 1998 (first published by Penguin Putnam Inc, New York, 1997), p. 40

(5) Auster, Paul, The Art of Hunger: Essays, Prefaces, Interviews & The Red Notebook, Faber and Faber, London, 1998 (first published by Penguin Putnam Inc, New York, 1997), p. 38

(6) Reznikoff, Charles, quoted by Paul Auster, The Art of Hunger: Essays, Prefaces, Interviews & The Red Notebook, Faber and Faber, London, 1998 (first published by Penguin Putnam Inc, New York, 1997), p. 38

September 10, 2014
by Ansuman

Tagore’s Birds

We are happy to present a new contribution from Aurogeeta Das which is now available in our Features section. It picks out a few words and images of birds in Tagore’s work.

Tagore’s Birds: Of Word and Image, Song and Silence

Let this whet your appetite for Aurogeeta’s presentation at the Tagore Centre this Sunday, September 14th 2014. There she will be opening up for discussion the rich inter-relationships Tagore perceived between human beings and nature.

Sunday Events

August 27, 2014
by Ansuman

Lost Time

by Nuala Dalton

When I saw the call for artists by the Tagore centre, I was not long back from my first and long awaited visit to India. I was not familiar with Tagore, but the more I read about him, the more I felt this was a project for me. So many aspects resonated – his breadth of activity in the arts, his love of nature, interest in women’s rights, the practical in tandem with the mystical, his feelings about education, his spirituality, concepts of internationalism paralleled with the importance of national culture & language, connections between traditional culture and political freedom in India as in my home country of Ireland – themes which are important to me as an individual, as a songwriter, as an educationalist and as a traditional musician. His poetry also reminded me of two poets I had loved and been influenced by, Rumi and Juan Ramon Jimenez. I am excited to connect with an artist who was so engaged in the world and I look forward to learning more about him and his work through this project.

My submission for this project is to have an open-ended interaction with Tagore’s work with no pre-defined outcome, based on the following themes:

  • music & poetry
  • yoga & meditation
  • education


I listened to the speech from the student, a young person who had received incredibly high marks in their exams, I heard the hollow ring in their voice of someone feeling lost in the world and

memories of how education had shaped my own childhood returned..along with memories of how academic success provided little response to questions I really needed answers for.

Tagore lamented the brutality of teachers in his era, it was the same in many countries. Yet regardless of the obvious logistics, how positive is it ever to put large groups of children in classrooms all day? Were those teachers who hit those children monsters? Some may have been, but others perhaps merely adults struggling to cope with this modern institutional set-up. I’m drawn to researching the strengths and weaknesses of Tagore’s educational projects. 

Meditation & Yoga:

I’m also interested to find out more about Tagore’s spirituality and how it influenced his daily life and work. As my meditation and yoga practice improve, I meet the institutionalised part of me, this lost girl, twisted out of shape, longing to return to early memories of togetherness with nature and time – but so shaped by institutional education, almost unable to be without a to-do list, a calendar, a goal, thinking ahead, analysing, planning, analysing..

As a student and as teacher I’ve experienced the mania of busyness in the education system which exerts a constant pressure on students and teachers away from connection to the self.   A giant vortex of busyness in which everyone is intensely active (hyperactive), yet that very over-activity creates a pervasive underlying boredom. Stillness, rest, non-thought are very rare experiences indeed. Lost Time by Tagore:

Lost Time


Music & Poetry:

Tagore began as an artist and turned to education later in life. Art in all forms was at the core of his life. My desire for this project is to avoid analysis, to avoid getting caught up in the trap of my own mind.. In order to reconnect to my own creativity.

Therefore, while I’m currently reading a variety of texts, by and about Tagore, including ‘Rabindranath Tagore. Adventures of Ideas and Innovative Practices in Education’ by Kumkum Bhattacharya and ‘An Education in Happiness. The Lessons of Hesse and Tagore’ by Flavia Arenzi, my work for this project will mostly take the form of songs, poems and instrumental compositions, at various stages of development.

Why Create?

Alaap & Alpana poem by Nuala

Alaap & Alpana by Ansuman Biswas






Nuala - Our World



Nuala - Song

August 27, 2014
by Ansuman

What Constitutes a Bird Form?

Aurogeeta Das

As I’ve stated in my previous blogpost, Tagore’s birds tend to be fantastical rather than real; sometimes they are even chimeric (chimera: a composite of the physical attributes of two or more kinds of animals, mythical beasts, and often humans). So what constitutes the bird form? The simple answer seems to be its constituent parts: its beak, its eyes, a head, a body, feet and a tail and additionally, what it is covered with, i.e. rather than skin or fur, birds are normally covered with feathers. Obviously, some of these parts are shared by other creatures, including humans. That is, we also have eyes, a head and feet making up our body. And of course, while we may not have tails, animals do. But neither humans nor animals have feathers, which only birds have and yet neither Tagore’s nor my paintings include anything resembling feathers. Perhaps this is because feathers lend detail, thus distracting attention from the elemental form of a bird. Put another way, feathers lend unwelcome realism to a language that leans towards abstraction.

What is striking about several of Tagore’s birds is the fact that he often suggests the form of a bird with a few spare lines, using, for example, a beak or wings — obvious, characteristic identifying features of avian creatures. These identifying characteristics assume greater importance precisely because Tagore — for the most part anyway — does not paint real birds. In other words, these touches of figurativeness can lend definition even to the most abstract form. However, unlike feathers, a beak or wings remain more adaptable to abstraction.

I mentioned in my initial blog post that my bird paintings are influenced by Southern Indian women’s geometric floor-drawings, which often have a grid of dots or other markers, with innumerable combinations and permutations of lines connecting the dots either by being looped around them or by going over them.




Sometimes, I similarly use a bird ‘template’, for want of a better term, but I find myself experimenting with the manner in which the lines might operate within this template. The geometric shapes then become increasingly abstract, but like Tagore, I use the beak and the wings as distinguishing characteristics, to evoke the form of a bird. You might therefore say that the identifying characteristics constitute the broad template I envision at the outset. Most often, I also add bird-like feet and an eye or two, strategically placed to intimate the avian form. Like the prana-pratishtha in an Indian temple, where the placement of eyes on an idol is believed to breathe life into it, I add the eye(s) to give the form life. Sometimes the bird is only hinted at; at other times, it is suggested more overtly. Like Tagore’s birds, mine are sometimes geometric, sometimes quite amorphous, but the beak especially, lends figuration, thus transforming both geometry and amorphousness into something that might remind us of birds. This is one reason why I find the bird form fascinating: it lends itself equally well to abstraction, to realism and to the decorative. Its adaptability therefore, is useful to those who wish to maintain plasticity in form. Here then, are a few examples of how a geometric, abstract or amorphous form might be transformed into the intimation of a bird, through the introduction of a beak, wings or even feet.





One might say that such additions point to a token interest in birds, added as if the bird form were an afterthought, but in fact, I always begin a bird drawing by thinking of the distinguishing characteristics of birds and what birds represent to me, i.e. freedom. In some way therefore, it is not sufficient to suggest form. I try to infuse spirit too; the grace and beauty of a bird comes equally from its form and its evocation of freedom. Moreover, the compulsion to continue referring to the bird form despite increasing abstraction and/or amorphousness might even point to a committed engagement to exploring its form and its symbolism.


In the two paintings of mine (Aurogeeta, Figs. 4&5) that resemble fish rather than birds, it is the sinuousness of water that blends into the fish form.



In Tagore’s paintings of what appear to be heads of two swans (Tagore, Fig.4), without the beak, they could just as well have been eels or serpents.


While three of Tagore’s paintings reproduced here (Tagore, Figs. 1, 2 & 3) have more clearly distinguishing characteristics of birds, one (Tagore, Fig. 5) appears to have anthropomorphic legs and yet a head with crocodile-like jaws.





As much as I appreciate Tagore’s bird paintings, his chimeric forms fascinate me even more. Was his interest in chimeric forms merely formal or did it indicate a worldview? This is what I hope to explore next. Tagore_Fig5_BP4