John Keats Visits Bharati Nayak Poem by Daniel Brick
John Keats Visits Bharati Nayak
A Fantasy for Bharati
Dear Bharati, finally we meet,
in a moment between two seasons,
that shows traits of both, with
Spring Ascendent, pouring her warmth
over winter's bitter chill, thawing
frozen hearts as well as frozen grass.
We open our eyes wide to the restored
pleasures of morning light, longer days,
sweet moods. Oh, my friend, I need help
in holding a sweet mood captive - else
a bitter mood will intrude, and dispel
even these cherished spring joys.
Most times I live in a middle zone,
neither heaven nor hell, neither redeemed
nor abandoned, stuck really, no movement
in any direction. Still time weighs heavily
on me. There are others present or near-by,
but we are all preoccupied with our own
burdens of unfinished earth-affairs or
uncertain spiritual issues. The silence
is often maddening. Perhaps this is a purgatory
wherein our souls are completed, a way-station
on a highway to a higher existence, which is
not even dimly perceived. I am learning
a deeper soul-patience...
In my life I never expected a long
happiness, only moments shot through
with illumination and raised to ecstasy.
You know this from my poems. But the place
I am confined has neither illumination
nor ecstasy: it is not gloomy, it is not
bright. Poetry has no inspiration, nothing
summons me to verse -
Bharati, my friend, when you read my poems,
silently but especially out loud, most especially
to others, I HEAR THEM! My poems I hear clearly,
and yours too when you write them and share them.
And at those moments you are not just my friend,
you are the sister I never had. A brother on one side
of life, a sister on the other side, poetry links
our souls, and I feel no loneliness in death, and
I must believe you feel no loneliness in life.
You wrote of your 'heart's musings' and
your 'soul's musings' both carried by the wind and
'echoed in tree's rustlings, showered through night
moon's beams.' These images must have a secret passage,
a pilgrimage of poetry to the shrine of our waiting selves.
'Eyes sparkle / Reflecting joy / Mirroring heart's desire /
To merge into bliss.' You see, we share these moments
shot through with illumination and ecstasy, my friend,
my sister, my poet! We have have prevailed!
It took me sometime to sink the feelings - - - -feelings of blissfulness- - - a feeling of joy - - - - to know that this poem has been penned for me by Daniel Brick, one of the greatest contemporary poets{Those who have read your poems must agree with me) .It is a great honor.Yes, your poems mesmerize me, What depth and what beauty! Poetry connects souls.It transcends time and space.We still feel the feelings of Wordsworth through his work.When a poem touches you completely you travel into its soul and become part of that poetry for that moment.I I feel the bondage and the affection that this beautiful poem exudes like sweet fragrance.Thank you very much for sharing the poem.
Reading this absolutely stunning tribute to a truly outstanding poet makes it even more beautiful and mystical after his passing.
Wonderful poem by Daniel who has eulogized the poetry of Bharati Nayak, a great poet from India.
daniel, i find this lovely- in its mood, its caring. i especially like Oh, my friend, I need help in holding a sweet mood captive - else a bitter mood will intrude, and dispel even these cherished spring joys. i relate to this well, and the sounds are lyrical. g
OOOH! Daniel Brick, one of the greatest contemporary poets{ Those who have read your poems must agree with me) .It is a great honor.Yes, your poems mesmerize me, visits of the dead, talking from their point (what is forbidden by all religions except Shamanism or pagan) . Is it your fantasy or John revealed it to you? like in a horror films. But you like it, Daniel. Horror in the dark, with vague and misty feelinds in silence.
A beautiful poem for a fellow poet. All poets are connected on a spiritual plane and find solace in each other's words. This spiritual bonding is so strong they can hear each other's words echoing in Nature and surroundings. A 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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well written- a bunch of flowers on your hearts musings' I too read aloud your poems to spill fragrance on friendship!