Thursday, June 05, 2008

Idler's Reverie

I wish we only spoke in verse:
If prose was not allowed in speech,
And minds rephrased each thought before
It fitted into patterned lines,
Think how much less of hurtful noise
Or harmful rage would be expressed?

There'd be a world of silences,
And we would all then thinkers be,
And only that which qualified
As poetry would pass our lips.

Picture : Watercolor by Swedish artist Anders Zorn, from the Internet
Heartfelt thanks to sister Eliza


Anonymous said...

Let a thousand tongues wag. Turn thy ear to the one that sings. For the form of the new song is unknown. Dont silence it before it is sung.


If such a thing were to come to pass,
Whatever would happen to that class
Of persons like me, who cannot match
Word to rhyme, nor sense to style
Or thoughts to rhythmic form?

Gardenia said...

Thank you, Anonymous, what you say is so true, and it is said so well, too. Raji, that is untrue - as you have proved.

Abraham Tharakan said...

I do not recall which was the poet involved. When, even as a child, he used to spend too much time reading and writing poetry, his father gave him a severe caning. In pain the boy cried out:
'Papa, papa, pity take,
Poetry shall I never make.'

Gardenia said...

Mr. Tharakan, Thank you so much for this interesting story - this is the first time I've heard it - and with some Googling, have learnt that the poor boy poet was Tennyson!
"Tennyson,... at the tender age of nine or ten began writing exceptional poetry. His brutish father, who didn’t want such a promising son to be an impractical poet, beat him whenever he caught him writing. Under such duress, Tennyson promised, “Alright father, I’ll never write again!”A few days later the boy was again caught writing verses, and ashis father began to beat him, Tennyson cried out, “Papa! Pa p a !Pity take; verses I shall never make!”

Ajay said...

sir, there was yet another version of what lord tennyson said
papa papa beat me not,
poetry shall I never write

ajay menon