2015 - 26 Spring Poems: Kavimani Desikavinayakam Pillai
[Spring: Dark clouds spread with lightning and little by little, the raindrops fall. What do the raindrops say, as they drop? Dear little ones, let me tell you!
Wake up, wake up, you little flowering plants, sleeping under the earth!
Open your eyes! It is dawn; it is dawn, already.
Come on; come out; wearing lush green clothes, with so many uses. Quick, adorn your foreheads with colorful flowers and start your purposeful journeys!
Open your fragrant chests, throw your sweat scents all around. It is time for obeisance to the lotus feet of the the Almighty! Hurry, everyone!
Spring has come to relieve all from weariness and to find good once again, everywhere! So, get up quickly, all of you! ]
Kavimani Desikavinayakam Pillai [1876-1954] |
Kavimani
Desika Vinayakam Pillai [1876-1954] was a unique Tamil poet of the 20th century. He was
multi-faceted and evinced interest in music, translation and rock
inscriptions. "Malarum
Malaiyum", "Asia Jothi", and
"Kuzhanthai Selvam" are some of his important poetic works.
Kavimani's poems are direct, simple and mellifluous. He wrote in a lucid style
and believed that poetry is not only about the complexities of life; even
commonplace things and every day occurrences can be the subjects of great
poetry. Here are two of his poems: the Spring and the Brook.
[Spring: Dark clouds spread with lightning and little by little, the raindrops fall. What do the raindrops say, as they drop? Dear little ones, let me tell you!
Wake up, wake up, you little flowering plants, sleeping under the earth!
Open your eyes! It is dawn; it is dawn, already.
Come on; come out; wearing lush green clothes, with so many uses. Quick, adorn your foreheads with colorful flowers and start your purposeful journeys!
Open your fragrant chests, throw your sweat scents all around. It is time for obeisance to the lotus feet of the the Almighty! Hurry, everyone!
Spring has come to relieve all from weariness and to find good once again, everywhere! So, get up quickly, all of you! ]
மின்னி மேகம் பரவுது,
மெல்ல மெல்லத் துளிக்குது; என்ன சொல்லித் துளிக்கு தென்று இயம்பு கின்றேன் கேளம்மா! |
'மண்ணில் கொஞ்ச நாட்களாய்
மறைந்து றங்கும் செடிகளே! கண்ம லர்ந்து வாருங்கள்; காலை யாச்சு' தென்குது. |
'பட்டு டுத்து வாருங்கள்;
பணிகள் பூண்டு, வாருங்கள்; பொட்ட ணிந்து சீக்கிரம் புறப்ப டுங்கள்' என்குது. |
'வாசச் செப்பைத் திறவுங்கள்;
வாரி யெங்கும் வீசுங்கள்; ஈசன் பாத பூசனைக்கு எழுந்தி ருங்கள்' என்குது. |
'வாட்ட மெல்லாம் நீங்கவே
வசந்த காலம் வந்தது; மீட்டும் நன்மை காணலாம்; விரைந்தெ ழுங்கள்' என்குது.
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["The Brook" by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
by Alfred Lord Tennyson]
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