There was dainty mirth;
that Eliot would have found
in a nonchalant street musician in Venice.
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Restless feet,
ready to fly for a cigarette;
Man by the dinner table on one-
not making the piano request.
the hunched poet on another-
by the stream in the city.
Large liquid eyes-
pained by the rulebook of the world.
Here's what concern says to you:
"Free yourself, young man.
You need to be so much more
than you see or have to be."
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In the restaurant by the sea,
there was no malady.
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Letter your doubts
and make paper boats of them during the rains.
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Neengadha thendral,
paadadho un idazh?
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Melisaiyil urangavum,
kadal karai-il kanaa kaanavum,
chandiranai purindhukollavum,
ni vendaamo?
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Tamil was slightly difficult. Lovely poem.
ReplyDelete>>>The sea: Thank yous. :) Poems, though.
ReplyDeleteThe second tam one? Not sure I got the grammar right.