When French Violinist Philippe Honoré performed in Bangalore last month, I learnt he had inspired Vikram Seth to write his splendid little book ‘An Equal Music’. I brought the book home from the library and found that Seth’s dedication was an acrostic poem, intriguing and elegant. Perhaps, the symbiosis of poetry and love is so successful only because it works despite love and despite poetry!
But here is Vikram Seth’s poem.
And here is what it led me to write:
Eden Unclaimed
What of love that falls like a tree in the deep
forest? That falls like rain on the open sea?
Is it still love if no one knows? That night,
the deluge came to Eden. Promises sank,
the apple orchard was left kneeling in bare-
boughed prayer, the rain, like unconsummated
sin, was swallowed in aching gulps by the
disconsolate dark. That night we lay unmoving,
skin against skin, dream against dream,
breath against breath. Was that not love? Can
love not let paradise fall? Can love not bear
the wound of exile? What will you call love that
has misplaced its word? That night, in Eden, I lost
a love that didn’t know how to become a poem.
The prompt today is “Borrowed” and it asks you to borrow some magic from a poem that inspires you. Share your poems using the Mister Linky widget and tell us about the poem that became your muse!
I suppose this is true: If love cannot become a poem, then any old words will do.
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If they are enough… they they will do very well, indeed 🙂
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This is wonderful… I love the questions you ask, and I somehow imagine all those chances of love that are missed… the rain on the ocean, the tree in the forest.
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Thanks so much, Bjorn.
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I really like the idea of love needing no one but itself… to be.
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Thanks Magaly.
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This is incredibly stunning! ❤️ Especially love; “That night we lay unmoving, skin against skin, dream against dream, breath against breath. Was that not love? Can love not let paradise fall? Can love not bear the wound of exile?” Wow!! ❤️
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Thanks so much, Sanaa. 🙂
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Absolutely gorgeous, and your last line took my breath away.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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No, I don’t think love can bear the exile. You’ve given many questions that I have to examine myself and search for answers. You’ve hit true.
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Thanks so much, Joel.
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I do believe love can let paradise fall and still be love. As I believe that love is already a poem.
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Aah that is quite the beautiful thought! Love already being a poem! Thanks so much, Rosemary!
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Apologies for being so very late. I’ve had a lot going on, and I just plain forgot! But when I came across this while looking for something else – well, how could I resist such a great prompt?
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Oh not at all… always good to read a poem from you! And Dylan Thomas was much needed in this mix here 🙂
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Red Cat brings us Swedish language poet Edith Södergran and her take on the gender struggle! This is a poet I’d like to read more of!
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Yes! Yes. But, being there, I would wonder too. Such are the workings of greater powers than I will ever comprehend–or maybe no powers at all. Nature has rough boundaries and few words.
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Rough boundaries and few words- perfectly said, Susan! Thanks so much!
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A wonderful question and answer poem, Rajani! I particularly enjoyed the imagery in ‘the apple orchard was left kneeling in bare- /boughed prayer, the rain, like unconsummated / sin, and ‘I lost / a love that didn’t know how to become a poem’.
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Thank you, Kim. Loving the diverse selections today from Heaney to Kavanaugh to Vikram Seth!
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Am delighted Rall’s link features James Kavanaugh whose poems were an early inspiration. If you’ve never read his poems, I definitely recommend them for the easy style and warm content!
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