The Poet Speaks

 

The poet speaks through chosen words
But the world turns to prose
Easy to understand and you obtain
Your sweat-stained money’s worth, they claim.

To argue is to be laughed at but you argue
All the same: Poetry is sublime.
Who wants sublimity, they groan, we are
Tired of profound thinkers and their daily adultery

With other men’s words —
Life is violent, grotesque and sexy:
How can poetry portray this?
But there is, you persist,

An inner life, waiting
For apt words to express itself.
Inner life! They look at one another and tap
Their heads with pointed fingers and that is that.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

10 thoughts on “The Poet Speaks

  1. Nalini Srivastava

    perfectly and precisely put in words Vijay ji,the struggle between a writer and the poet.the satisfaction that i find in 10-20 lines of my poems and reading work of you all is far more satisfactory than written work of 3000 words .well said.

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  2. Kumaara Sukeja

    Each word is apt— reverberates with the conviction of the Master—leaves no room for any superfluous diversion . Awesome !

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