The Burning Sun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCCBDBBBEBCBBBBFG BBHIJBCKLGMNAOIGMPBQ RAB AS| I am the drop of sweat I am the sun | A |
| Rising from the hills of human sinews | B |
| Hearts are my friends | B |
| I live in the city of sufferings | B |
| Although in my fist I hold an ocean of history | C |
| I sculptured man silently | C |
| Wings that carried birds | B |
| Did not bring them back | D |
| I am drinking thick darkness | B |
| In the haunts of those forests | B |
| Which cry out in agony for the birds | B |
| That did not return | E |
| Clutching at the garment woven of memories | B |
| I twine myself to the feet of my country | C |
| Heads that were hanging to the trees | B |
| Smile as flowers today in the branches | B |
| Hearts that received the bullets | B |
| Ring in temples of our land like bells | B |
| Blood of theirs nights squeezed and offered | F |
| By how many to bring forth this day | G |
| They are hanging like icicles | B |
| On the ridges of our roofs | B |
| Look it is an iron fist I have | H |
| I shall excavate the flame of light | I |
| From the rocks of time | J |
| I will set fire to the sleep of resisting centuries | B |
| To the rivers that run in passion after the sea | C |
| I cry halt command them | K |
| To paint the colourless arid lands in green | L |
| Invite back the smile which fled away | G |
| In terror from this land | M |
| To the butterfly trudging hungrily for a flower | N |
| I shall give a garden | A |
| Come children eat | O |
| Bits of nights dipping them in moonlight | I |
| I shall not allow the sun to cheat this sacred day | G |
| If he wakes not on the horizon of this land | M |
| I shall tear my burning heart | P |
| And put it in its place | B |
| With the scarlet of my living flesh | Q |
| Illuminate the earth | R |
| I am the drop of sweat I am the sun | A |
| Rising from the hills of human sinews | B |
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| This is the st poem in Seshendra Sharma's second anthology of prose poems titled The Burning Sun | A |
| In his intro to The Burning Sun Seshendra says there has been an uninterrupted undercurrent in his life as a poet that is his life nerve and that has assumed total expression in this poem | S |
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Vasundhara: Gunturu Seshendra Sarma: an extraordinary poet-scholar
One of the ironies in literature is that
he came to be known more as a critic than a poet
HYDERABAD: An era of scholastic excellence and poetic grandeur has come to an end in the passing away of Gunturu Seshendra Sarma, one of the foremost poets and critics in Telugu literature. His mastery over western literature and Indian `Alankara Sastra' gave his works a stunning imagery, unparalleled in modern Indian works. One of the ironies in literature is that he came to be known more as a critic than a poet. The Central Sahitya Akademi award was conferred on him for his work `Kaala Rekha' and not for his poetic excellence. The genius in him made him explore `Kundalini Yoga' in his treatise on Ramayana in `Shodasi' convincingly. His intellectual quest further made him probe `Naishadha Kaavya' in the backdrop of `Lalita Sahasra Naamavali', `Soundarya Lahari' and `Kama Kala Vilasam' in `Swarna Hamsa', Seshendra saw the entire universe as a storehouse of images and signs to which imagination was to make value-addition. Like Stephene Mallarme who was considered a prophet of symbolism in French literature, Seshendra Sarma too believed that art alone would survive in the universe along with poetry. He believed that the main vocation of human beings was to be artists and poets. His `Kavisena Manifesto' gave a new direction to modern criticism making it a landmark work in poetics. Telugus would rue the intellectual impoverishment they suffered in maintaining a `distance' from him. Seshendra could have given us more, but we did not deserve it! The denial of the Jnanpeeth Award to him proves it
The Hindu
India's National Newspaper
Friday, Jun 01, 2007
POET EMMA NABENDE CHIPUKIZI: this poem talks to my world ,for i am a victim of what the speaker in this poem seems to have sailed through .
Ekpe Inyang: Great poem. Moving. Creating images to guide one in the journey. Enjoyed it so much.
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