Open poetry sessions without a single theme offer a wonderful variety of poetry for readers to listen to and appreciate.
Sun and moon represent mother-daughter love
In this session one reader’s recent bereavement caused her to select a poem that extols maternal love:
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
…
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
Generally we recite ghazals by Urdu poets, but here several short poems of Faiz were presented. One is title Word:
A word of affection :
Like a joyful glance -
One which carries the caress of soft ,warm lips .
Brilliant - like a surge of molten gold .
The very spring of excitement in the lovers’ embrace.
Devika, though not practiced in the Malayalam recital of poems, took great care to chant the well-known poem of Mahakavi Vallathol whose theme is the primacy of the mother-tongue in attaining the full growth of the mind. He labels other languages as foster mothers (Dhatrimar) – only the mother tongue can speak one’s soul
Other languages are merely foster mothers;
One’s own mother tongue is the true mother.
Only by partaking of the nurturing milk of a mother’s affection
Can children attain full growth.
Kamala Das – ‘I speak three languages, write in Two, dream in one’
In direct opposition to this the modern Malayali poet, Kamala Das, asks to be left alone in her choice of English as the language of her poetry (though her essays and short stories are in Malayalam).
Why not let me speak in
Any language I like? The language I speak,
Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses
All mine, mine alone.
…It voices my joys, my longings, my
Hopes,
She affirms her identity in her choice of language.
The poet Wendell Berry describes the wondrous peace that nature brings:
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
Pamela chose a difficult poet, Vijay Seshadri, who has been recited before. The poet is describing disparate scenes – being ushered into a nightclub in Manhattan, watching a Guatemalan boy declaiming impressive texts in English on the subway, and
the angel with the flaming sword
bringing in the sheep and waving away the goats,
It seems there is some confusion in the mind, which is wholly legitimate in a poet. But it has one estimable quality: each reader can decide what the poet is actually saying.
Glistening fish scales ... are sequins on his vest
Elizabeth Bishop is a poet whose language has crystalline clarity. It describes ordinary scenes, smelly scenes, messy scenes, of fishhouses – but with the kind of evocation only a true poet can bring to a fishmonger’s job:
while he waits for a herring boat to come in.
There are sequins on his vest and on his thumb.
He has scraped the scales, the principal beauty,
from unnumbered fish with that black old knife,
the blade of which is almost worn away.
Another poet who found his voice in applying perspicuous language to daily events was William Carlos Williams, doctor and poet. Here he describes a Dawn and its colour –
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,—
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself—is lifted—
bit by bit above the edge
Jacob's Ladder
Thomo’s selection of a religious poem by Francis Thompson produced some debate as to how true it is to assert that the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ is visible on Earth to the attentive human. On the evidence, barring the unspoilt wonders of Nature, wherever humans have intervened there is mostly ugliness, death and destruction – so it was asserted by a contrarian. The apotheosis with which the poem opens –
O world invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
– is something a mystic can declare, but not you and me. Clearly the poet has had a ‘vision’ and wants to share it, using extravagant phrases like ‘many-splendoured thing’ and the image of a ladder (Jacob's ladder) between London’s Charing Cross and Heaven on which angels are traipsing up and down! Being convinced depends on how credulous you are …
Odysseus
Two readers, including our own Talitha in Trivandrum who joined us, chose excerpts from Homer’s Odyssey impelled by the recent film of Christopher Nolan. Joe’s reason for the choice was that the film costing hundreds of millions to produce, did not contain even a few lines of poetry from the 12,110 lines comprising the entire Odyssey. How egregious is that!
Therefore he chose a passage from Book 23 where by a sema (a secret) Odysseus discloses something known only to him and Penelope so that she recognises him finally after 20 years of absence. Talitha’s passage from Book 1 evoked a lot of discussion about the law of hospitality (xenia), and the PTSD left by the destruction of Troy on Odysseus; not to speak of the nature of heaven. Parallels with the Indian epic of the Mahabharata were enlightening.
Therefore he chose a passage from Book 23 where by a sema (a secret) Odysseus discloses something known only to him and Penelope so that she recognises him finally after 20 years of absence. Talitha’s passage from Book 1 evoked a lot of discussion about the law of hospitality (xenia), and the PTSD left by the destruction of Troy on Odysseus; not to speak of the nature of heaven. Parallels with the Indian epic of the Mahabharata were enlightening.






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