Bijay Kant Dubey
D.H.Lawrence As A Poet: A Reassessment - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
D.H.Lawrence on the ship of death
And it carrying away
And he getting lost into the shadows.
Had he been alive to see the frescoes
Of Ajanta and Ellora,
He would have appreciated
Their clasps, hugs and embraces
So intimate and affectionate.
A sun worshipper, he wanted to live
With the cosmos alive,
Had he the Konark Sun-temple
Would have admired it
The wheel and the chariot pattern.
Instead of it he refers to the Shiva lingams
The lingam-yoni motif
A Naga worshipper, he likes to see
Had he seen the snake being offered milk
On the eve of Naga-panchami,
Had he heard about the Bihula-Lakhinder story,
Ma Manasha's worship.
A gipsy, a vagabond, he seemed to be striding
Along with Vatsyayana, Freud and Rajneesh
Attending a seminar,
An appreciator of guru-shisya prem,
A Rajneeshite in a rudraksha rosary.
A poet of the Bavarian gentians, lilies,
Pansies and musk roses,
He is moody and sentimental,
Circumstantial and sketchy
And incidental and occasional.
Everything depends on his mood and sentiment,
The feeling of his heart,
Everything on the way he takes to
And reacts emotionally
An Edwardian, a Decadent writer,
He is an imagist,
A poet of flowers, birds and beasts.
He is s a poet of the humming bird,
Of the elephant, the kangaroo,
The tortoise, the rabbit,
A poet of the salvia and the hibiscus,
The lily and the lotus,
He is a poet of the oak tree,
The bat and the mosquito
And the snake.
Miriam's love he has not,
That of his affection of Paul Morel
For his mother,
Lady Chatterley as Clara
And Frieda sucks his soul
And he feels empty still.
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