by T. Wignesan

Each sound
free or bound
each petal
Each quivering utterance
bold and round

these handicrafts
these unthinking feelings
flower in the minute thinking fingers
untranslatable intent
when other more enduring
stop the outpour
tax and stem
and call for aged patience’s munificence :

At this the heart will pause
before labour
the consciousness severing from congenital cries

« I’ll pound harder for patience’s sake »
the penitent heart upbraids.

« Only so, until I too have learned
to punish words into some form
then men of all climes may equally say
‘ This I understand for my father did as well
as forefathers to grandchildren might dwell’ «

Might one say again
(need it be said)

Why this shape for the violin
Is this the only colour of sound
That must with horsetail on bark
be whipped to wail and whine
like an harpy

© T. Wignesan – 1960 Heidelberg, Germany. (Rev. 2012)

from the collection : « tell them i’m gone », Paris, 1983. ISBN 2-904428-07-0

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About T. Wignesan

If I might be allowed to say so, I think my "first" love was poetry. Unfortunately for me, the British curricula at school did not put me in touch with the Metaphysical Poets, nor with the post-Georgian school. Almost all the school texts after World War II contained invariably Victorian narrative poems and some popular examples of Romantic poetry. I chanced upon a selection of T. S. Eliot's and Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, and a little later on Pope's An Essay on Man and Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. That did the trick. Yet, I regret not having taken to prose in earnest earlier than the publication of my first collection: Tracks of a Tramp (1961). There's nothing like trying your hand at all kinds of prose exercises to come to grips with poetry. Or rather to see how poetry makes for the essence of speech/Speech and makes you realise how it can communicate what prose cannot easily convey. I have managed to put together several collections of poems, but never actually sought to find homes for them in magazines, periodicals or anthologies. Apart from the one published book, some of my sporadic efforts may be sampled at http://www.stateless.freehosting.net/menupage.htm