{"id":1964,"date":"2019-03-18T05:55:51","date_gmt":"2019-03-18T05:55:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tamizhini.in\/?p=1964"},"modified":"2021-03-09T19:00:49","modified_gmt":"2021-03-09T13:30:49","slug":"bittersweet-nakul-vac","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamizhini.in\/?p=1964","title":{"rendered":"Bittersweet \/ Emily Dickinson (Translated Poems)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2><strong>Bittersweet<\/strong><\/h2>\n<div>\n<div>You wouldn&#8217;t know<\/div>\n<div>how sweet it was<\/div>\n<div>back then<\/div>\n<div>to imagine and<\/div>\n<div>yearn<\/div>\n<div>when I couldn&#8217;t<\/div>\n<div>see or<\/div>\n<div>be with her.<\/div>\n<div>Attaining<\/div>\n<div>the unattainable privacy,<\/div>\n<div>pressing my lips to her ear<\/div>\n<div>I had once cooed the words<\/div>\n<div>Sweetie pie,<\/div>\n<div>upon which<\/div>\n<div>pretending to un-hear<\/div>\n<div>what she had just heard<\/div>\n<div>She turned and<\/div>\n<div>with a mocking smile asked<\/div>\n<div>If I were nuts.<\/div>\n<div>That sweet smile<\/div>\n<div>I didn&#8217;t get to see anymore, since,<\/div>\n<div>despite writing to her<\/div>\n<div>much transpired that&#8217;s<\/div>\n<div>too bitter to recall.<\/div>\n<div>I have come far<\/div>\n<div>from those days<\/div>\n<div>when the hands of Fate<\/div>\n<div>with casual indifference<\/div>\n<div>gathered me up<\/div>\n<div>and inserted me between<\/div>\n<div>the iron wheels of<\/div>\n<div>opposing rollers and<\/div>\n<div>wrung me dry,<\/div>\n<div>but still<\/div>\n<div>each time I see<\/div>\n<div>ants swarming<\/div>\n<div>spilled sweets<\/div>\n<div>I cannot<\/div>\n<div>avoid that bitter taste<\/div>\n<div>that swells<\/div>\n<div>beneath my tongue<\/div>\n<div>even now!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>*<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<div><em><strong>(Original : &#8216;Peykkarumbu&#8217; by K. Mohanarangan)<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h2><strong>Emily Dickinson (1830 &#8211; 1886)<\/strong><\/h2>\n<div>\n<div>Distance is<\/div>\n<div>not<\/div>\n<div>hundred years and<\/div>\n<div>thousands of miles.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Gender<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>Language<\/div>\n<div>Looks<\/div>\n<div>It is<\/div>\n<div>all<\/div>\n<div>this too.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But still<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>To you whom forever<\/div>\n<div>my face can<\/div>\n<div>not be known<\/div>\n<div>my heart<\/div>\n<div>trembles and<\/div>\n<div>wails<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>In that<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>space of thought that lacks<\/div>\n<div>night and day.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>_________________________<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h2><strong>She<\/strong><\/h2>\n<div>As per her own confession<\/div>\n<div>She had eyes that were<\/div>\n<div>like sherry<\/div>\n<div>in a glass that<\/div>\n<div>the guest leaves<\/div>\n<div>whose dammed up<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>secrets, not for publication,<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>consume<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>His life spirit in a<\/div>\n<div>foreign land&#8217;s<\/div>\n<div>fading twilight.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h2><strong>She who is Emily Dickinson<\/strong><\/h2>\n<div>\n<div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>Eternal ephemeral to and froing.<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>An indifferent nature coupled with<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>increasing hesitations,<\/div>\n<div>but towards her an honest<\/div>\n<div>friendship.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The dark shadow of human loneliness,<\/div>\n<div>Searing white heat of rejected relationships<\/div>\n<div>not<\/div>\n<div>these alone<\/div>\n<div>is She<\/div>\n<div>to me.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3><\/h3>\n<h3><strong>*<\/strong><\/h3>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Some moments in some<\/div>\n<div>Many eons in many,<\/div>\n<div>Behind all<\/div>\n<div>The feeling of<\/div>\n<div>being with<\/div>\n<div>the abiding shadow<\/div>\n<div>of her poetry&#8217;s<\/div>\n<div>Eternal Present.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3><strong>*<\/strong><\/h3>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Like that shard of glass<\/div>\n<div>that nicks<\/div>\n<div>our unaware feet<\/div>\n<div>as we bathe beneath<\/div>\n<div>a waterfall<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Her<\/div>\n<div>fragmented word nicks and<\/div>\n<div>bleeds<\/div>\n<div>the poem<\/div>\n<div>invisibly.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3><strong>*<\/strong><\/h3>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Like breeze through bereaving houses<\/div>\n<div>She had wandered<\/div>\n<div>refusing to stay frozen<\/div>\n<div>in the chill of cold dying moments and<\/div>\n<div>at one particular point<\/div>\n<div>had willfully observed<\/div>\n<div>the ebbing of will.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>&#8220;Accustomed to keeping the body in shadow and<\/div>\n<div>the soul in sunshine&#8221;<\/div>\n<div>She is one of those.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3><strong>*<\/strong><\/h3>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Defying nature&#8217;s laws<\/div>\n<div>Emily Dickinsonism<\/div>\n<div>possesses me and<\/div>\n<div>is raring<\/div>\n<div>to open its flood gates<\/div>\n<div>to flush my tradesman bloodstream.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3><strong>*<\/strong><\/h3>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Her poetry<\/div>\n<div>Like that of Andal&#8217;s<\/div>\n<div>A treasure house before which<\/div>\n<div>my poetry<\/div>\n<div>mere dust stained<\/div>\n<div>chump change in the cash register<\/div>\n<div>despite which<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A life long yeaning<\/div>\n<div>for her<\/div>\n<div>subtle vision<\/div>\n<div>that bewildered<\/div>\n<div>Murthy.<\/div>\n<div>+<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p><em><strong>(From &#8220;Arthanaari Avan Ival&#8221;, Poems by N. 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Attaining the unattainable privacy, pressing my lips to her ear I had once cooed the words Sweetie pie, upon which pretending to un-hear what she had just heard She turned and with a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":104,"featured_media":2192,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[9,11],"tags":[406,405,46],"class_list":["post-1964","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-english","category-poetry-english","tag-emily-dickinson","tag-nakul-vac","tag-46"],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1777,"url":"https:\/\/tamizhini.in\/?p=1777","url_meta":{"origin":1964,"position":0},"title":"The Ba in the Bapu (Part 3)","author":"\u0ba4. \u0b95\u0ba3\u0bcd\u0ba3\u0ba9\u0bcd","date":"17.02.19","format":false,"excerpt":"To Read: First Part :\u00a0https:\/\/tamizhini.in\/2018\/11\/14\/the-ba-in-the-bapu-kannan-t\/ Second Part :\u00a0https:\/\/tamizhini.in\/2019\/01\/13\/the-ba-in-the-bapu-part-2-kannan-t\/ (9) After a long period of personal and political transformation, the Gandhi family left South Africa in July, 1914. 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