Aztec Poetry: A Tribute! - Poem by RAJ NANDY
AZTEC POETRY: A TRIBUTE!
‘All the earth is but a grave’, - wrote the famous
Aztec poet-King of Texcoco! *
‘Nothing recalls them but the written pages’, -
When the curtains are drawn over this grand
Irrespective of our religion, cast or creed,
Our bodies all get interred, - into the bowels
of the earth!
While the ‘universal potter’ remakes and reshapes, -
Blending with colors of varying hues and shades!
The Aztecs who during the fourteenth till the
sixteenth centuries, -
Dominated the central Mexican region and created
Worshipped the great Omeoteotl, their principal
Who made heaven and earth, creating the entire
While gaining immortality through his own
And those Aztec poets aspired to do the same,
To immortalize and preserve their name and fame, -
With lyrical poetry of ‘flower and song’, -
A Nahuatl** metaphor for Poetry, - their highest
But their ‘song’ was more than ordinary music;
It was the ‘song’ of the wind, the sun and the flowers,
Of our life’s transient blossoms fading by the hour!
While Nature’s green cyclic recurrence, -
Added rhythm and beat to their poetic exuberance!
Their famous poets Tecayhnatzin, Ayocnan and the
great Nezahualcoyotl of Texcoco, -
Used the Nahuatl language of ancient Mexico!
‘Cut flowers’, and the prefix ‘green’, occur in their
poems as a recurring theme!
The former as a symbol of life’s transience, and
‘green’ as a symbol of hope and its recurrence!
But in 1521 AD, Spanish Cortex plundered the
Lured by Aztec’s wealth and abundant gold, -
Thereby destroying a flourishing civilization, -
almost a 1000 year’s old! ***
24 Apr 09
(*Nezahuacoyoti –poet king of Texcoco(1431-72) .
Aztec poets were educated men of noble birth!
**Nahuatl=language of the Aztec.***In 1521 AD, -
two years after landing on the Yucatan peninsula,
Cortex claimed it as Spanish territory!)
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