Long Mimosa Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2,...

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O' poets switch off all senses but one
as you enter this arena of aroma
as I nose out the world's perfumes
to boost thy nasal stamina.

A dainty phial of perfume is indeed
a perfect and preferred present
It's the...

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My heart is like anvil swinging on a fishing string
My heart is like a song bird without it's vocals flying on broken wings

My heart is like a deep ocean the deeper you go the darker...

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I used to be a just and upright man 
And talk spade to spade to the ills of the world 
Then I met with a sage and he said 
The policy eye for an eye...

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I had a glistening dream when I was young
Bright as an orange on October tree
Near as the horizon on the rim of the sea
Sweet as mango sweating in the grass
Clear as the crystal of the...

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| I Dream Poetry in Darkness and Light |

Unbroken, my light rises like deep alluvion of sweet rivulets,
Craving passions and tragedies like written poetries of Juliet.

In softly spoken words I quell, of streamed sheen of...

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SNOW DANCER

I am amazed at switch the goods
Before so apostolic
And now so different
To one’s mind.
Are you, my milk tooth
A passion-flower nun
Or an old maid
Married with god
With might & main?
Are you making use of decoy
“Snow Dancer”
As...

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Have they ever asked themselves
what's the purpose of this life;
and why we are born of a mother
who leads us to a quiter shore?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
questioning the diffidence of the eartly...

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Testing The Sun



Its about to happen
You can feel it

There’s a bursting scented vibrancy
Lingering
Happening
Almost
Ready

A slow stretching yawn reverberates
It dissipates and grows
Permeates 
Percolates
Rushes outward
But
Waits

Sleepily cracking an eye
It peers around
Secretly shaking off blankets
Dabbles a toe in the air
Testing...

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?Art thou turned away at the door-
Thy pilgrim journey cursed with misadventure?
Doth goodness against thee shy like the mimosa?
Is thine head bowed that thou canst not name the stars?

Seest thou thine maker a foe?
Dost thou...

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Caren, whose poetry sings with grand plumage,
swims with bouquets of flowers and such. You
inspire me! And aloha to William :)

HAWAII

Bird of paradise, plumeria, jasmine,
orchids, gardenia, hibiscus, primrose.
Aloha sea — paradise welcomes thee.
Cup of gold, elephant’s...

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Even as I prepare my departure,
Boys of tomorrow, I think of you.
I'm leaving behind for you
What I inherited from the departed,
Lest I become like a rock 
Which knows not its children.

Take heed dear ones, someday,
You'll...

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FOOD

                              Food
    ...

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Come's, our two thousand and ninety-fourth year;
 the earth is green, and the atmosphere clear.
 The mimosa and kudzu continue to grow,
 and which shall prevail – does anyone know?

 The kudzu is stronger and...

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we pull the car over
photo op for a toddler
a scintilla of snow

moments like this
a kiss from God

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arms are  open wide
for a Vermont bouquet
a spectacular display of poppies

“honey, honey!
stop the car!”
i pose aunt and uncle
then...

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Watching 
People speaking to each other
So effortlessly confident
Words flow
At their first meet

Curling my knuckles
Under my face
Feeling with envy
Sometimes with anger

Secretly hating 
Not them
The people from my past
Who made my heart and mind 
This way

Just not...

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   "My Quiet Place Paradise"

In a special secluded setting in my enormous back yard
a white gazebo is my place of quiet paradise to write in
the aroma of honeysuckle and the lovely pink mimosa...

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MYSTIC MAGIC OF WINTER

       Blazing Sun, dazzling glow, sparkling snow, puzzling proforma.
     Jingle bells swinging heads, bringing angelic aroma.
      Magic...

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No, not there! fly! fly away like the swift-winged bird;
When the hungry-eyed passion calls; follow her not!
Into those wild casements of her raped love;
Or to her irritant, militant temples of murder;
Go not by her purple-eyed...

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The Lady with the look of serenity fell asleep towards noon
dreaming of her love by a very beautiful mimosa tree
that seemed to hold the  transparent, patchy moon
into its branches gleaming with dew as they...

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Let winter be gone for me, within I beg, crave, and plea.
Time to move on to spring; for flowers to bloom, birds to sing.
The mimosa to bud pink or white, flood faint fragrance in the...

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Simple Pleasures

           Simple pleasure is the anecdote
                 on monotonous...

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Arise! Africa

Arise Africa and let the mills wheel along.

Arise Africa and feel the wills meal prolong.

Enclosed in the winds, the milks of nature endowed,

Enmeshed in the oceans, topography of landscapes around.

The talking drum with the...

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Fruit smoothies
Peculiar notions;
Forget-me-not

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Mimosa carpet
On the grass verge;
Violet orbs greet

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Floral bouquet
A lover's gift;
Joy escalates

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Odes and sonnets
Words in-sync;
What's the occasion?

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Date with fate
Don't be late;
A full plate

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April intervenes
Abrupt endings;
Motley stuff

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Old lovers here
Vintage furniture;
Clumsy clutter

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Those sad eyes
Staring at me;
Lost...

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