that
harlequin tear again
its
fall threatened in Keats’ time
her
soapy slippery anguished palms
cup
for the reflecting bell-jar
each
drop
the
world’s grammar
the
Rosetta stone
plows
wide furrows
meets
with resistance
may or
may not connect
never
certain that it should
each
known thing easily
becomes
unknown
like
that cracked kettle
of
Flaubert’sCredit note: This is the title poem of Sugu Pillay's debut poetry collection Flaubert's Drum, which has just been published by IP, who also published my collection Men Briefly Explained.
Tim says: Sugu and fellow poet Karen Zelas, with publisher and poet Dr David Reiter, are currently touring their new collections around New Zealand - look out for them at a poetry venue near you! I am looking forward to attending their Wellington launch event on Monday 3 September.
Watch out for my interview with Sugu Pillay, which should appear here on Thursday.
The Tuesday Poem: You can find links to this and all the other Tuesday Poems on the left of the Tuesday Poem blog, where you will also find the hub poem for the week.
ok, codes (Mary's blog and mine)and enigmas (Mary's again) and rosetta stones - am I sensing a pattern this week? More seriously though - very cool poem - had to look stuff up though to understand a tiny part of it - and to eddicate myself ;)
ReplyDeleteps I am a robot these code cracker things are nigh impossible.
So much condensed into such a small space. Reminded me of Dickinson as well as Flaubert. There is a great joy in something that refuses to fall into easy interpretation, I think.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting how these patterns emerge - but then, we are the species that can see a face in anything, be it in the clouds or in photos of Martian mountains!
ReplyDeleteI too am a robot. How splendid shall be our coming world domination!
Thanks, Penelope - our comments crossed!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I understand it but it's fascinating trying to figure it out. Love that image "harlequin's tear".
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Sugu on your first collection. It's such a joy to enjoy a poem without knowing whether one has understood. and a clue, for the poet says it herself...'each known thing becomes unknown'...Thanks for
ReplyDeletesharing, both.
Thanks, Andrew and Helen! I'll be posting my interview with Sugu later today.
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