“Full blown bakul flowers floated down in ones and twos and shadowy moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches on her wasted face.”
In this passage, from In the Middle of the Night, I am describing the narrator observing his wife resting in the garden. She is very ill and dying. I love the description, it’s detail – ones and twos, not many flowers, or some. We get a sense of movement and light. This is Tagore’s gift as a poet - to evoke mood and emotions whilst describing nature.
As the performer, I am working now to make the words my own so I can share them with the audience and we can together see the imagery and feel the emotions that Tagore is expressing. It is about imbuing them with my imagination and experiences of nature, as they conjure up memories and images. This takes rehearsing and rehearsing, embodying the words and making them feel part of me.
In this passage, from In the Middle of the Night, I am describing the narrator observing his wife resting in the garden. She is very ill and dying. I love the description, it’s detail – ones and twos, not many flowers, or some. We get a sense of movement and light. This is Tagore’s gift as a poet - to evoke mood and emotions whilst describing nature.
As the performer, I am working now to make the words my own so I can share them with the audience and we can together see the imagery and feel the emotions that Tagore is expressing. It is about imbuing them with my imagination and experiences of nature, as they conjure up memories and images. This takes rehearsing and rehearsing, embodying the words and making them feel part of me.
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