I’m not sure what the proper last name is. I always thought it was Tagore, but the edition I have has Gitanjali in larger and fancier script.
I chose this because I’d always heard of Tagore, but had not read any of his work. The introduction to the collection by Yeats, though overly long, made the collection seem quite promising, but I never really got into the spirit of this collection.
I chose the word ‘spirit’ deliberately. Each prose poem is an opportunity to praise the divine as the protagonist moves and stumbles through life and prepares for death. Few of these numbered poems really caught my eye or ear, and their sameness grew wearisome after a while. Perhaps that says more about my own religious views than the poems themselves.