POETICA : 3
Poem of
the Week
My poem
The Leaf
Look at me
I am only a leaf
Torn from my branch
Where I was born and blossomed
Where I played and sang
Fluttered in the gentle breeze
Now lying torn and lonely here
All alone and musing
For many days now
Days I have lost count, in fact,
Here I lie on sodden coaltar
Since the rowdy wind rose
Howled and rattled, jarred and jolted,
And tore me off with a single slap
From the topmost branch
Of this old and timeworn tree
Bringing in its wake
Cool monsoon showers
Riding piggyback merrily
Yes, the wind was rude and rowdy
It shook the branches wildly
Swaying them sideways
Upwards and downwards
Wickedly in every which way it will
Tearing at them, at us the leaves
Till we flew helter-skelter in the wind
And fell here on the bluehued coaltar
And then came the burly rain
With huge buckets of water
With grating rasping laughter
And with angry crazy booms
In the dark sparring clouds above
While suddenly, very stealthily
The wind slunk away
Quietly to where it had come from
And then the rain drizzled freely
And whispered and sang cheerily
Throughout the afternoon
Then again fitfully in the small hours
Of the night gone by
And left me in the morning
Totally soaked and shivering
When the sun rose to dry me up
And make me warm and cosy
In my loneliness and brooding,
Till you came and paused
To look at me.
Theme
Poetry and Punctuation -I
Poetry is the oldest form of art. It began with the
beating heart even before the mind awoke. The heart gave it its rhythm and
music which was regular, cyclical and free-flowing. It was as spontaneous and natural as the leaf
growing on a tree. “If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it
had better not come at all”: we have that famous quote from Keats. Poetry came
with its own form and content which were inseparably fused into one. It had its
own music and its own rhythm when that could be heard (or seen) - as it fluttered
in the wind. It was like the innocent laughter of a child – with its music and
rhythm.
Then the mind awoke and tried to impose order and
symmetry on it. And the mind went even further by bringing in embellishments.
The folk song – the earliest form of poetry – was naked and pure like a flower with
its radiance and fragrance. Then gradually it turned into a lyric holding a
lyre, a sonnet to the ‘dark lady’, or an ode to a nightingale. But still, when
it was born, it retained its primordial form of Keats’ leaf, soft and effulgent.
And that reminds me of my own poem ‘The Leaf’ which I have quoted above.
As I said in my
previous note, you can see the story even in my poem with a clear, perceptible
sequence. It was on a monsoon morning. I was on my morning walk. It had rained
the previous night after a raging storm. Suddenly I noticed a big leaf lying on
the road. It was as if the leaf had made me stop and look at it. As if it
wanted to tell me a story. With my mobile I took a snap of that forlorn leaf.
Back home, the story of the poem unfolded itself to me, as if being narrated in
the leaf’s voice. I just had to write it down. It came with all its imagery,
its music, rhythm and diction. As Lawrence had said in my foregoing discourse,
it was as if, ‘the wind was blowing through me’! Indeed, it was the poem
singing itself out like a whistling wind through me. I was only – like a flute
- the medium for that song!
As I wrote the poem,
the lines came in their own measured length, one after another, in a
disciplined stride. It flowed on like a stream taking natural turns wherever it
will. I found the flow of words, coming naturally in measured lines, with the
meaning following its bends. And I realized, it needed no regular punctuation,
except, only at one or two places, to keep the syntax untangled. I wrote it in
a single continuation and the lines bended at their own turnings, in accordance
with the poem’s own archetypal design. As each burgeoning leaf has its own form
and shape!
The period (.) at the
end seemed unnecessary. It was there as if only to suggest the completion of
the song. Though the end was as obvious as the sun gone down behind the hills!
The couple of commas also were intruders like unavoidable doorbells of prose
syntax. Alas, poetry had perforce to be written in accordance with the regimen
of syntax!
And that brings me to
the kind of ‘unsyntaxed’ poetry of e.e. cummings with unconventional
orthography (‘lowercase’), modernist free verse poetry, without rhyme or metre.
But we shall go there by and by.
This brings me back
to our professed subject – poetry and punctuation. Just as free verse (‘verse
libre’) jettisoned metre and rhyme - markers of traditional poetry - to return to
the rhythms of normal speech, preferring to use internal musical devices like –
alliteration (‘wanton wiles’), assonance (‘down some dull tunnel’), consonance
(‘black/block’), and so forth, just to augment the music and the rhythm. Like
the music you can hear in my poem, in – only/leaf, torn/branch, born/blossomed,
flew/bluehued/burly, etc. The leaf told me its story like a song with its music
playing in those words. And that brings us to the question of the hesitant
incompatibility between music of poetry and syntactical punctuation.
Let’s hear what a
modernist American poet, William Carlos Williams, says on this point:
From the first I used rhyme independently. I
found I couldn’t say what I had to say in rhyme. It got in my way. With Whitman
I decided rhyme belonged to another age; it didn’t matter; it was not important
at all. I quit rhyme. I began to begin lines with lower case letters. I thought
it pretentious to begin every line with a capital letter. The decision lasted
all the rest of my life.
I shall talk about
these poetic devices; in particular, the use of capital letter to begin every
line in poetry – how much they have added or not, to the beauty of poetry. It’s
easy to see where poetic devices detract from the spontaneity of poetry. And
the definition of the music of poetry, as held in olden times, has to change
according to the changes in the character of poetry of the modern age. After
all, poetry is not always an arabesque stone-carving or ornamental filigree work.
Poetry is nearer to music than to sculpture or architecture.
We have endless
examples of experimentation of all kinds in modernist poetry the world over.
Blends are another marker – words like ‘mud-luscious’ (cummings), or my own
‘bluehued’. Such experimental coinages or new words are also a feature of
modernist ‘free form poetry’. (Read Hopkins or Heaney.) Freedom of pure
communication is a natural characteristic of poetry. Modernist poetry sought to
take poetry back to its primeval form, when syntactical punctuation was not
invented, and poetry had the essence of music in its being. In fact,
punctuation is a mechanism of semantics that came much later, when prose
developed as a literary medium in the modern age. If you read ancient parchment
manuscripts, you don’t find punctuation there. And poetry is certainly older
than the parchments or even the invention of the technique of writing. Indeed,
punctuation is an imposition on poetry by the grammar of a language – grammar
which poetry is always shy of. Grammar pertains primarily to prose rather than to
poetry. Poetry has its own grammar of lineation, stanza breaks, spacing, elisions,
repetitions and refrains, even a highly pliable syntax.
If regular grammar
and its rules of syntax are secondary for poetry – in any language – it follows
that punctuation, an aid to syntax, has little priority in poetry. And yet,
poetry must have its own syntactical signification, different from that of
prose. Let me end today’s discussion with a typical poem of e.e.cummings – it
begins like this. The whole poem can be read on Google.
timeless
ly this
(merely and whose
Not
numerable leaves are
fall
i
ng)he
…..
We see how he plays
with orthography, words and spacing. We shall have more of this contrariety
between poetry and grammatical syntax in part- II of this discussion.
Meanwhile look at
what e.e. cummings says about poetry:
“A poet is
somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may
sound easy. It isn’t.”
In case you want any
clarifications on any point, you may please record your query in the comment
box below the post. Or even your own comments.
© Dr BSM
Murty
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Murty
& Courtsey:
Google
e.e. cummings
“In his work,
Cummings experimented radically with form, punctuation, spelling, and syntax,
abandoning traditional techniques and structures to create a new, highly
idiosyncratic means of poetic expression. Later in his career, he was often
criticized for settling into his signature style and not pressing his work
toward further evolution. Nevertheless, he attained great popularity,
especially among young readers, for the simplicity of his language, his playful
mode and his attention to subjects such as war and sex.”
Know more about Cummings and other poets mentioned
here from the Poetry Foundation website. You
can even listen to some of their poems on audio.
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