Nissim Ezekiel

(16 December 1924 - 9 January 2004 / Mumbai / India)

Philosophy - Poem by Nissim Ezekiel

There is a place to which I often go,
Not by planning to, but by a flow
Away from all existence, to a cold
Lucidity, whose will is uncontrolled.
Here, the mills of God are never slow.

The landscape in its geological prime
Dissolves to show its quintessential slime.
A million stars are blotted out. I think
Of each historic passion as a blink
That happened to the sad eye of Time.

But residues of meaning still remain,
As darkest myths meander through the pain
Towards a final formula of light.
I, too, reject this clarity of sight.
What cannot be explained, do not explain.

The mundane language of the senses sings
Its own interpretations. Common things
Become, by virtue of their commonness,
An argument against their nakedness
That dies of cold to find the truth it brings.


Comments about Philosophy by Nissim Ezekiel

  • Bijay Kant Dubey (7/25/2016 11:30:00 AM)


    Philosophy as a poem is one of light and darkness envisaged through the eyes of a modern exponent of poesy and it is none but Nissim Ezekiel leading through his random reflection and straying. What it is dark, let it be, what it is white, let it also go. the myths of light and darkness, how to understand these as these are elemental to the creation of this universe and in addition to it, none has come to understand them.
    What it cannot be explained, explain you not. Let the things take their recourse. The mills of God are never slow. Retributive justice has its course to follow. the residues of meaning have it all lighted the path and shown to us what life is, what the world and what the philosophy of life! The baser things will return back to therefrom these are. The things will go creating, the shapes changing.
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/5/2016 12:06:00 PM)


    Wonderful poem on Philosophy.An argument against their nakedness
    That dies of cold to find the truth it brings.
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  • Ramesh Rai (1/5/2014 3:11:00 AM)

    Report mid=5656106
    A Philosophical write.
    True pholosophy of life is always bitter.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 28, 2012


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