Ananta Madhavan


Poems For Incantation, Rumination - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Poems may sometimes be a spell or chant.
In my teens I was profoundly impressed
When I read Gray’s Elegy; it seemed so final,
So quotable, with phrases deemed the best.

Graves in a country churchyard reminded Gray,
The “inevitable hour” awaits us all;
The euphony of verse, iambic and terse.
The end-rhymes chiming and the dying fall.

“But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time” did not unroll'.
“Chill penury” repressed their “noble rage”.
Gray gave Knowledge a lady’s wit and scroll.

Decades have passed, I loved some poems,
Their images and fancies often nudged me on
To ruminate on my own scribbled life,
My trails and trials on page or computer screen.

Few notice that this famous Elegy,
So mournful and magisterial,
Ends with an Epitaph of three quatrains,
To laud an unknown local bard or yokel.

An afterthought perhaps. What does it matter.
If one could write a line, a metaphor or phrase
That you read again or even castigate,
Responding with your feel of passing days.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression

Form: Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 28, 2015



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