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Shvoong Home>Books>"Eden Gardens and other poems" Review

"Eden Gardens and other poems"

Book Review   by:Varakur     Original Authors: Mr.V.S.Gopalakrishnan; Mrs. Revathy Gopal
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Summary by Dr.V.S.Gopalakrishnan This book published from Mumbai in 1996 evoked comments from Vasantha Surya, an English poet based in Chennai, as a unique book of English poems by a married couple apart perhaps from the Shelleys. Revathy Gopal, the really acclaimed English poet, a winner of awards at national level, has written thus, to sample one of her poems: LOOKING AT JOURNEY’S END Trips abroad are for the young, not for middle-aged women like me, who need their night’s sleep And whose ankles swell on night journeys. Hovercraft ! It might as well have been a papyrus boat for all that the Channel cares! Did you enjoy the Louvre? I thought the Giaconda looked pale. Journeys to the East seem to tire her out as well. Give me a warm bed on a winter morning, steaming coffee in my favourite earthenware mug and you can have your Grecian isles and week ends at Cannes. Revathy Gopal unfortunately passed away on 7 March 2007. Her husband Varakur Gopalakrishnan (V.S.Gopalakrishnan) has contributed several published poems in this book. A couple of his poems are given below: THE REAL There are those Who believe What’s real Is corporeal; For those Near the end Of life’s journey What’s real Is spiritual. THE FUNNY MAN One is born with two eyes So one can choose to cry, And a tender little throat That tends to be parched and dry.
One has two nostrils So that one can blow either one; Our teeth are no mere frills, Ready to bite someone! We have two ears surplus After coming of the contact lens; We have two legs in excess Thanks to Henry Ford’s success. One has a mind of one’s own Usually lost on someone else; Yet the body pushes to the town In search of much more pretty belles. We have six senses Highest among living things; But this thing called common sense Is something which never clings. Such is man, a guest Of earth he’s come to reap; Charlie Chaplin had been laid to rest But he has not gone to sleep. One would believe that really-speaking a poem written should be spontaneous and not a product that takes place after endless chiseling, leaving aside the long and complex ones. And in today’s world, there are poems and poems of every form and shape, shade and meanings, sense and nonsense that only the fastidiously self promoting ones end up as recognized poets. Yet the breed is dying as the people’s habit of reading itself is dying thanks to the wonders of electronics and the media. Review by Dr.V.S.Gopalakrishnan, Mumbai.
Published: October 03, 2007   
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