Long Pig headed Poems

This is a translation from the poem "Camellia", by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel laureate Poet from India (1861 -1941) Understandably the story took place in late nineteenth century - early twentieth century Bengal. 



Her name is...

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Intelligence,
including, but not particularly indigenous to,
human intelligence,
begins with nutritional ecopolitical exchange systems,
discerning what might be good to consume,
and healthy to produce for and with future generations,
and what might become a more toxic pest
attracted to me...

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So this is the end
Your presidency has expired
Smelling like a pile of fertilizer!
Taking the rights of everyone!
And lies you mask to sound true
Just to save your toasted behind!

Your lies keep burying you
Deeper and deeper into...

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I am unappreciated by you and you show no remorse
                         ...

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Mama Africa, 
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind, 
the once Shangri la of mother earth.

Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato on the bongo.
Your ways are far higher than the crags...

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Bright eyes looking in the mirror
Curious, old, yet still striking.
Searching, wondering, mysterious.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Defiant and forthright 
What does that mean? 
Pig-headed and stubborn, one face looks into the other.
Forever constant and...

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She was crouched
semi collapsed
no one could touch her
a fire of dignity
would raise from her feet
to lift the line of her chin
determination etches new lines
worry brought
the sweat pig headed pain
corrugating furrows
 
soldiering on
striking and slashing
at every...

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That boy ain’t gon amount to much,
he be in way deep
to too much bad stuff
That pig-headed kid
don’t listen to what any old folk say,
he think he know everything
Boasting that only suckers pray
Papa say that fool...

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Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit...

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