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Personal Values by Rene Magritte

Tell Mama
I

    clean ed

up my room

Wires overfloor
Entwin ed nak ed
spark ing wait ing
for my feet

I
fell
stood up

Wear ing His
toric scars

    return ed

borrow ed music
on my shelf

    errupt ed

abruptly as I

    collect ed

carefully
scatter ed pieces of
my mind

Other Night
It

    sputter ed

onto my wall
and

    sprout ed

They say
“The mural has depth,
unspoken

    slightly broken

promises”

I

    mend ed

the wall

    paint ed

white

drew a man
from Nursery Book
The

    G r e a t Fall

of Mr. Dumpty
The London Bridge

To me
are

    G r e a t e r

still.

Copyright, Tina Rathore

Another Nile

This book was dren
ched

Rising Above the Falls by K.Madison Moore

From it
watersof Baby
lon came
gushing carving
stonesstone
men

Do

Do not at
temptto read
the-ese
words washeda
way

They are not written in blood

There
will be
an
other Nile
other civil

ization

Wait
The Messiah isonhisway
Bath
ing in the Ganges,
Thirsty

Do

Do not
attemptto read
wordried
up

They are not for you

This book was drench
ed

From it
watersof  Thames
came
flushing shoring
lambs
deadmen

When they come
Tell them -

Therewillbeno
anotherNoah

just
anotherJerusalem.

Copyright, Tina Rathore

The False Mirror by Rene Magritte

If mama could see
she would see
worn out war bed,
moth-eaten library,
naked wires
running over
spilled dreams,
desires
stripped of
vocabulary.

If mama could read
she would read
letters unsent, never received
hung on my wall
Rene Magritte
Salvador Dali
Figure at the window,
cuckoo clock
breeding numbers,
frames without pic
tures.

If mama could smell
she would smell
soot of anger chimney,
days gone sour,
stale moments
clinging to me
like dead monkey babies,
lavender perfume
over drooping leaves-
wrinkled, black, outworn.

If mama could hear
she would hear
walls echo Philomela’s
forgotten songs -
‘jug jug to dirty ears’,
calls of canary that died
of indifference,
last year.

If mama could talk
she would talk
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl
clean up your room.

 

Copyright, Tina Rathore

Read Archana Sahni’s He Loved a Poet

He Loved a Poet is one of my favourite poems by Archana Sahni. It brilliantly explores the theme of unrequited love from a fresh perspective. It is a plea of a woman-poet to her love,

Metamorphosis by Tina Banerjee

who loves her ‘poetry’ more than the ‘woman who wrote it’. The reader-beloved cannot see through the duality of the poet’s persona- the woman writing poetry(the poet) and the woman in love; He cannot read the poet’s mind in her words.

For the woman-poet, poetry is a vehicle to reach out to her beloved-reader. She is a woman first, and a poet later. She is not born a poet, it is her love for her beloved that made her one. “ This vocation is given to me by you”…” I would never have become a poet/if you could have been mine” , she admits. But to her dismay, her beloved “ love(s) the poet/ he could have also loved the woman”. But he does not, will not, cannot. Poetry for the poet becomes more than a play of words; for the reader it is ‘just another poem’.

For the woman, “each poem is (not) just a poem’- it is a plea, a mirror of her state of mind, a mode of communication. She writes for him, with a brutal knowledge that he cannot read through her words. Yet, she writes with a hope; she writes because she loves him enough not to stop writing for him, she continues to remain a poet, even though the poems come in the way of the ‘woman who loves’

The poem subtly questions many issues that lie at the heart of poetry writing and reading: it re-analyses the relation a writer has with her/himself and with the reader, it is an odyssey in search of an ‘ideal reader’*, a delineation of the pain of not having found one. On the surface, the poem appears to be a woman-poet’s plea for love to her reader-beloved. However, the undercurrents run deeper.

Poetry, or any work of art, comes to life only in the presence of an ideal reader- a reader who reads beneath and beyond the written word and can understand the true emotion that brings forth a work. However, an ‘Ideal reader’ may not be available. The woman-poet is in love with the reader-beloved and yearns for an ‘ideal reader’ in him. However, to her disappointment he isn’t/cannot be the one. She continues to write with a hope that someday he will read through her poems, and will bring them to life by truly understanding the undercurrents that run beneath them.

The reader is however not the Romantic reader- the one who dissects words and emotions to unveil the persona beneath the poem; he is a Modern reader who has announced the ‘death of the author’ and is happy to see his own reflection in the poem he reads. The Romantic poet is mercilessly tied to the hands of a narcissist Modern reader. The fate of such a marriage is gloomy; making the poet yearn for love, understanding and acceptance not as a poet “in books” but as a “woman in flesh”.

The poem is a plea for an ideal reader. A writer always longs for a reader who can understand a work in its true sense and context. An Ideal reader is a writer’s true love. The title of the poem, He Loved a Poet, can be read as the unideal reader’s self-love. He loves the poet who writes poems because the poems are a reflection of himelf. He is a narcissist who loves to see his own reflection in others; and in the longing for self, he continually evades the voice of  ‘the other’.

The poet, like Echo, is in love with Narcissus, (Read the legend of Echo and Narcissus here) who is not the ideal reader. She longs for him to read her love and longing in her poems, but he has “close(ed) his pores to them”. Like Echo, She would not stop responding to the calls, she would continue to write with a hope that someday he will “throw the book into the fire and set (her) free”, the book that is “in the way of the dreamer”.

The poet does not wish to remain a poet anymore. In fact, she wishes she had never been one. She longs to be a woman who is loved as deeply as she is loved as a poet. But, the poet in her will always come in her way. she will  have to learn to live with the acquired identity and suffice with love that grows with every poem she writes.

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*Ideal Reader: The imaginary audience who would, ideally, understand every phrase, word, and allusion in a literary work, and who would completely understand the literary experience an author presents, and then responds emotionally as the writer wished. Term coined by Wolfgang Iser.

Read another poem written on a similar theme, In response to Sahni’s >>

Copyright, Tina Rathore.

Time and Time Again

Puppets by John Martindale@http://www.paintingsilove.com/image/show/20158/puppets

A-g-a-i-n
the Shake
speare stage
is set

an
other handker
chief mischief

an
other harm
onized madness

another
yet another
wars over
poetic justice

The Trojan Battle
The Lankan Army
Henry’s politic-o’-love

another
yet another
haran
agni pariksha
pyre sacrifice
same questions
same answers

- of love
that lasts
unlasts.

Copyright, Tina Rathore

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