Clouds cumulus, cumulonimbus
Looked from behind the peaks
Of the Western Ghats
They smelt Monsoon
Trade winds that set ships
Inspired by a legendary visage
Which blazed many a male solar plexus
The Helen of Troy
Helens walked the Tamil streets
Their saris fluttering in the wind
Soaked in odoriferous sweat
An evening intoxicated
Neems shook their heads
In demoniac frenzy
A dance of the dames
Of the Arabian Gulf
Scent of sweat and oud
Intermixed to rouse
The passions of the yearning young
Let me lie here inebriate
To capture the beauty of this state
Of ecstasy that pervades
Every atom of my being
Beautiful is life
Beautiful are the Helens
May a thousand ships
Set sail again
My solar plexus aches
In an agony that is sweet
Agony and ecstasy
Oh, how blazing is this corporeal being
Of everyone of us slowly dying
Whoever said the body is a thing! ?
How fitting that your poem begins with clouds! What follows is a succession of psychosomatic states which resemble the changing shapes of clouds. They combine the immediate aches of longing with sweeps of time and space. They are known as ephemeral only because they are set off off against the perspective of eternity. It is a great realization that the body is not a thing, just as the world is not a concatenation of things. The world provides conditions for our body to live and die. Our body provides conditions for feelings to arise, and these cannot be separated from the soul.
Reading your poem all agony turns to ecstasy. Beautiful narration. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great opening to the poem with the image of Helen's beauty launching a thousand ships into the sea.... allowing many Helens parade before your eyes taking you to an inebriated trance....! Very sensual!