Sunset Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
Sunset
There was a lush green redwood tree
Set against a brilliant winter sky
Of magnificent sunset
There was an unseen breeze
Whose presence
The movements of foliage bespoke
And there was that wood-pecker
Laboring on the dry finger
Of a dying cotton-wood
Who saw that?
A question of depth
Because I had lost myself
In that ethereal sight
I was beside myself
I was the tree, the sky
The sunset, breeze
Rustle of the leaves
Wood-pecker, cotton-wood
And the whole scene
One after the other
Till I asked the stupid question
"Who saw it? "
And with that my nascent ignorance
Is back with a vengeance
Then I am the one who saw
The seen are alien to me
I saw the scene
With my eyes
Threatened by an impending cataract
Oh, I am to see the doc
Next day morning
A being that likes
To languish bound in misery
Despite the freedom of beautiful sunsets
That it encounters and loses itself
At least once in a while
there was that wood-pecker Laboring on the dry finger Of a dying cotton-wood- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is the magic of your writing! ! ! ! ! ! Every single word is perfect. Laboring is the perfect verb! ! ! ! ! ! Dry Finger is the perfect phrase! ! ! ! ! Dying cottonwood the perfect image! ! ! ! ! A 10+++++++++++++++++++++ and putting it on my list of favorite poems.
I was beside myself No wonder, seeing so many things, who wouldn't!
Despite the freedom of beautiful sunsets That it encounters and loses itself At least once in a while.......Very interestingly you have drafted this poem on sunset is very thrill giving, amazing and philosophical too. Rustle of the leaves in sunset gives breeze of wonderful sense...10
The scene you had seen is beautifully presented in the poem. Seeing is one thing and putting the feelings into words the other key thing.
A beautiful portrait of a sunset while the ruminating mind keeps asking questions. Such is the influence of Nature, it sets the mind thinking. Brooding among the beauty of Nature is a very poetic thing to do. The poet penetrates into things that are lost upon others. A great write characteristic of your creativity n deep insight. Love the imagery.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:09:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
These are the kinds of questions I ask of myself almost daily. If I came up with any answers, I will let you know. If you find any answers first, I hope you will let me know too. : -)
Answer we may find or not. That is immaterial. A poet has to necessarily muse and ask unending questions - beautifully. Will be happy to know if I have done the latter.