Biography of Bishnu Dey
Bishnu Dey was a prominent Bengali poet, prose writer, translator, academic and art critic in the era of modernism, post-modernism. Starting off as a symbologist, he won recognition for the musical quality of his poems, and forms the post-Tagore generation of Bengali poets, like Buddhadeb Basu and Samar Sen, which marked the advent of "New Poetry" in Bengali literature, deeply influence by Marxist ideology. He even published a poetry magazine for while wherein he encouraged socially conscious writing. His own work reveals a poet's solitary struggle, quest for human dignity, amidst a crisis of uprooted identity. Through his literary career, he taught English literature at various Calcutta colleges, Ripon College, Presidency College (1944–1947), Maulana Azad College (1947–1969) and Krishnanagar College. In the 1920s & 30s, he was also remained a member of a young group of poets, centered on the Kallol (Commotion) magazine.
His most important work, poetry collection, Smriti Satta Bhabishyat (Memory, being, the Future) (1955–61), set a new precedent in Bengali poetry. It later won him the 1965 Sahitya Akademi Award in Bengali as well as the highest literary award of India, Jnanpith Award, in 1971.
Bishnu Dey studied at Mitra Institution, Calcutta and Sanskrit Collegiate School, Calcutta. After matriculating in 1927, he went on to do his IA from Bangabashi College, Calcutta. He completed his BA (Hons.) in English from St. Paul’s Cathedral Mission College, Calcutta and MA in English from the University of Calcutta.
In 1935, he joined Ripon College, Calcutta. He subsequently taught at Presidency College, Kolkata (1944–1947), Maulana Azad College, Calcutta (1947–1969).
Urvashi O Artemis (1932)
Chora Bali (1938)
Purba Lekh (1940)
Sandiper Char (1947)
Naam Rekhechi Komal Gandhar (1950)
The Paintings of Rabindranath Tagore (1958)
India and Modern Art (1959)
Art of Jamini Roy (1988)
Chhadano Ei Jiban (This Scattered Life)
Some regard his poems as intricate and incomprehensible to a great extent, most likely due to wide use of references and imageries from literary works and cultural instances of foreign origin.
He was inspired by Marxist philosophy and by the ideas and style of T. S. Eliot. Post-partition in 1947, he along with other Calcutta based writers, like Subhash Mukhopadhyay, for the "Anti-Fascist Wrietrs' and Artist' Association".
He was also associated with Calcutta Group Centre, Soviet Friendship Association, Pragati Lekhak Shilpi Sangha, Indian People's Theatre Association (IPTA), etc. He was a close friend of the artist Jamini Roy, an association which lead to him writing works in art criticism, on art: Art of Jamini Roy (1988), The Paintings of Rabindranath Tagore (1958), and India and Modern Art (1959).
Sahitya Akademi Award (1966)
Nehru Smriti Award (1967)
Rastriya Jnanpith Award (1971)
Soviet Land Award for Rushti Panchashati.
Bishnu Dey Poems
Smritti Shatta Bhabishyat
The sea swelled and roared on that full-moon spring night. That day Damini said, 'My heart's desire is not fulfilled.'
I am not your Pururoba! Hey, Urboshi, A realm I erected here at mortal Aloka Ephemeral, no doubt, inspired by my senses. Come; won't you join me here?
On 14th August
So, do my words keep returning to her ? Across these plains of my body her comings and goings never end,
He was walking behind me in the alley. I see him again at the intersection where four roads cross, and plunge into a lane on my left.
On either side the woods, in the middle the road Gleamingly goes winding as nature beats the tune. In the night-light, every now and then eyes glow, young rabbits jump across dancing.
In My Mind There's No Tiredness At All
My dreams are also endless in my mind there's no tiredness at all. Yet the branches are full of a dry lament, yet the fields are full of cold frost, and there are endless tears in the sky.
Already A Farewell Song
Already a farewell song ? Dear friend, will you dry the stream, and raise pale sandbars, even before the full floods of monsoon ?
I also yearn for rain-clouds, not just with my eyes, but with all my heart; the lament of parched burnt earth brings to my nerves also a feeling of deathly famine,
There are forests on either side, in the middle a glistening path twists and turns dancing to the rhythm of nature. From time to time eyes glow in the dark and little rabbits dance and jump around.
My mind too, escapes in late spring to the branches of mango and palash trees and relaxes in contentment for a couple of hours in the young green and middle-aged reds of fields,
Wipe out the sky tonight, Smear darkness on the stars, Blot out the moon in the slough of sleeplessness. Cover your eyes and come
I am not your Pururoba! Hey, Urboshi,
A realm I erected here at mortal Aloka
Ephemeral, no doubt, inspired by my senses.
Come; won't you join me here?
Unfurling the enthrallment the Kodombo offers.
Stay a while there,
The endless invitations your physique offers.
Bereft of time - won't you stay a while,
In the fleeting moment of mirth