Ananta Madhavan


A Snowfall In Peking - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

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I

Wait and catch a rhythm,
Catch it as it falls
Slowly like a flake of snow
In a swirling wind:
Like a man who has no weight
Because he has no will.


When you catch a rhythm
Like a flake of snow,
It leaves a tear upon the palm
A dying tear it leaves,
Like a man who has no face
Because he has no will.


II


Snow has defined in black
The bare-branched tree -
Sparse ink on silken scroll -
The eye is tutored to exclude,
But not the brooding heart:
There's too much snow for art.


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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote these small poems in Peking, China ('Beijing, PRC) in 1969-70, when I was there as an Indian mid-level diplomat, before the end of the Cultural Revolution.

Comments about A Snowfall In Peking by Ananta Madhavan

  • Veteran Poet - 1,964 Points Kee Thampi (1/16/2014 4:12:00 AM)

    really beauty in style and poetic in smell
    t leaves a tear upon the palm
    A dying tear it leaves,
    Like a man who has no face

    love to read it (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,298 Points Kanniappan Kanniappan (1/14/2014 11:04:00 PM)

    I read this poem 'A Snowfall in Peking'. It is nice and interesting. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014


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