A Poet And A Sculptor Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A Poet And A Sculptor

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Cutting to core, to beauty's barest bone,
Chipping and chopping does work a sculptor,
Probing in passion a huge chunk of stone,
Lost in deep search he's a fine creator.
A poet whilst chases gossamer thoughts,
Envisioning how his muse might well look,
Linking up like a child his dotted dots,
None is cooking from a recipe book.
The sculptor's strokes never in silence speak,
The poet's words whilst take off on their wings,
And metered when rhythm from chaos seek,
The readers whilst bring in valued meanings.
Oft yet, both struggle on a thankless day,
And maiden muse when moans: O there's no way!
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Sonnets | 01.07.14 |

Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: art,poet
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Apparently so different and yet essentially so comparable— the art of poetry and sculpting. A poem happens in heart with all its vagueness. Head then takes over to chip off all inessential dross. Sculpting from a huge chunk of stone is no different.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Renganathan 12 June 2019

The sculptor and the poet...both are creators in their respective fields of art...I feel, the sculpture speaks in silence and the poets work speaks loud...both are read, reviewed and talked about...an interesting write with beautiful expression

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Aniruddha Pathak 12 June 2019

Yes, a sculptor chips off the unwanted chunk. The poet also has to remove unnecessary words, the dross, so that the barest of the poetic lines emerge. Thanks for your appreciation.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 June 2019

The sculptor's strokes never in silence speak, The poet's words whilst take off on their wings, ...... touching expression with great outlook. The aims and objects of poet and sculptor are the same but one does in silent mood where as the other does with sound. A brilliant poem is shared amazingly.A10

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Aniruddha Pathak 12 June 2019

Than you dear poet, you observation is to the point.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 12 June 2019

The sculptor's strokes never in silence speak/The poet's words whilst take off on their wings....pragmatic expression sir! The two are different and distinct by varied divine traits endowed to them by the almighty God! A wonderful poem...10

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Aniruddha Pathak 12 June 2019

`Thank you Dr Swain, your feedback is valued.

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