Some Poetry from the Mind of Vitasta Raina
I've just read a three-part poem by Vitasta (or is it Raina?), and I feel I've been back to the onset of civilization, thousands of years ago and yet only yesterday, with place names identifying who has been dispossessed over those years, especially, perhaps, over the more recent ones, but I know too little of that history, whether ancient or just yesterday, to understand the references and know what is meant.
I met a palmist once, in Varanasi, saffron and divine,And individual in an individuated street,A hand without a wrist, a soul without reflection.
I met a palmist once, in Varanasi, saffron and divine,An individual in an individuated street,A hand without a wrist, a soul without reflection.
3 Comments:
It's all in the scan, the repetition of sounds, thus:
An... individual... in... an... in... dividuated
And then in the next line: hand...
Poetry, music... suggestion... reflection... the art of the irrational rationale... Maybe the music of the spheres, come to think of it!
My text reads "And individual in an individuated street," . . .
Jeffery Hodges
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The book has been updated. "And" is now "An". (Or it will be in about 24 hours.)
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