Poems I Like Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Poems I Like
Maps are true to place and scale,
Cameras to outer form;
Paintings tell a purblind truth,
But poems lie.
The map might chart itself,
The lens might focus inwards,
The painting turn towards the wall;
The poem has no outside.
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Wrote it in London in August 1973, before returning to India.
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4/23/2024 10:48:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem has no outside- , how true ! 1A poet's emotion is the very basis of a poem.What he feels, how he is affected by the inner and outer world is the source of his poem.Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem.