Denis Mair Poems
Visiting The Kalakshetra Foundation, Chennai
A song session under a banyan tree begins the day
Girls in moth-wing saris, young men in white tunics
Disperse to cottage-style classrooms in a forest
Students follow after their teachers, learning by ear
Soaking up the song cycles of Ghandarvaveda music
Devotional strains ring out in this secular school
Art is the vehicle, so a wanderer like me feels at home
As Bach's chorales made me Christian at least in sympathy
Now I peek into the dance theater, roofed in thatch
Bharatanayam dancers are going through basic steps
Bodies and heads tilt as if guided by inner ...
So Says The Peacock
Take a look at this ornament. How does it make you feel?
See how my eyespots can gather you in from all angles. See how kaleidoscopically I enjoy the beauty of your crest from all compass points of my tail.
With all these eyes I know where the best seeds are. Come and I can show you the best forage spots.
All my eyespots sway gently in the breeze. Imagine how we will gaze together on the perfect garden!
The refracted light from my feathers gives an appearance of liquid depth. My ne