Tagore says ,he is happy to wait and see the changing of seasons. He’d much rather sit with his doors open all by himself,and let people pass by him giving the news. This is his satisfaction,so that when the desired being shows up,he’d be ready with his arms outstretched ready to welcome his most beloved moment.It is obvious from his poem it doesn’t matter if time almost seems standing still.
Poets are a very different breed than normal humans like me. I’m probably too restless, I want things to move like the famous,”Concord”,which I believe is grounded. It was too fast. Will I like to be grounded,heavens a capital,’NO’.
I’ve had my excitement,I wasn’t giddy,my excitement had to be controlled. I was waiting to hear if I was selected to study, M.ed. I was given a battery of tests,with very little time for each section. I usually zip through my tests this one was more important, I had to make sure I’d be selected. So I waited and waited for that envelope to come to my door. The envelope finally arrived, I was excited and concerned at the same time. Either I made it or didn’t. Slowly I opened the letter. I read the first few lines,you are selected and to report on such and such date. I did not read the whole letter. I was satisfied to know I passed the exam. I always have trouble waiting.
I wish I could be like Tagore waiting patiently for the news and while waiting, singing and laughing in my mind,how great it would be!