Two Swiss Recollections Poem by Ananta Madhavan

1. The Aged Ones

Who will accept
The gift of slow pathos
Borne by the aged ones
In public spaces?
On a green day
On a mindless park bench,
They sit almost within
Stinking reach of death,
While all around them
Perambulated babies
Pinken the suckling air.
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Printed in The NY Herald Tribune, Paris,
Jan.4,1965


2. At the Ballet in Lausanne


The ballerina's big toe
Drilled a hole in the floor.
The dancer clapped his lofted legs
Scissoring the air,
We clapped our hands like merry hell
And hacked the music dead.
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Printed in The NY Herald Tribune, Paris,
Oct.22,1964