In exotic colonies
of pagan thoughts
my consciousness
is desperate roaming
since months,
with malaria fever
unshaved and thirsty
a christian missionary
in a heaven of nudity
deep in the jungle
amidst naked natives
my common sense
rambling odd Latin
with feverish haste
censures the flesh
for its primitive tastes.
to begin with colonization, i always believe, starts at one's emotional level...how we colonise our thoughts...in fact worse than the colonization at the external level...the thought provoking imagery-drawn from the world of eclisiast and the processes of thought esp. of that of a malaria patient -is what really appeals in this tersely knit poem...if eliot talked of etherized patient, u talk of another patient...gr8!
Tight crisp composition, fabulous imagery in so few words. Loved it. HG: -) xx
Wow! I love this one, , maybe I've read it before but it still sounds as original as the first time I heard it... I see you wandering hot, rambling in a latin tongue, desperate for the touch of another human. Am I right? HG: -) xx
One, just as in your notes you never cease to engage, provoke... finally, sometimes, acceptance; often, a lingering question mark. Brill. t x
poignant words you have here.. terrific and outstanding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a complex pattern of thought of a feverish mind covering sublime to absurd.it will take lots of time to fathom the meaning of the poem in totality.it does give a mind-churning reading, throws open so many abstarct possibilities.