what do you think of surrealist poem "POEME S'IL VOUS PLAIT"written by SRI SRI, the greatest Telugu poet?

Question

Let not the bull spread ugliness
Let not the ball
of flowers scatter skulls
in the conglomeration of blue stones
let not bleeding beads in tragic costumes

formulate their evil laws
We have requested the whiskered donkey
not to dance on our thighs
Ladders are drenched in fresh blood
have started forest fires have startled the heavenly love birds
Grass at last is tamed
The pig shapes of the lurid moon in horror howl
are as insane as any kabir as any fakir
Ancient is the needle's eye
behind the curtain by mistake
She attempts to steal a glance
reveal a chance
Masked beauty pumps out
the flower dust of pumpkins
Tender is the pipal twig
and yet the flag the thunderbolt
The roused cobra never attacked it
hence the lanes have narrowed down
Who is this mister this clandestine angler
of night's sad breast milk more mad than man?
Does the sea beckon thee? see the sea's mocking gestures
O the sword arm of the sleeping red furnace
How it shines amidst the burning rubbish heap'

ANSWER the quiz if you please O spinning tops
Ye who feed on wheels on whale eating whales
Ye who dwell in the dense dens of darkness speak O speak
Why should kisses sing?
What is the distance between violins and violence?
Are the stones in our temples but the iridescence
Of a carpenter's rainbow?
Leader of a mighty movement
make ready to take charge
Steady
study the signals
Listen to the gong's song of silence
Look look at the patterns that shape the night's tumults
Anguish so musical audacity so modern
Marvels of the mind that defy the daylight discipline of language
The turns and twists of thought
that flood you with the new gifts
Invoke the power of far sight
Let the wing attack a star
Let life gide gladly
in the thick of the market place
Invite love in whatever form
sacred or sulphuric
Fill the sky with the luxury of your ignited morbidity

Let the sky resound to the groaning of the churning rod
Make of silence a conch
chase the blues away
your eye is a shouting sun
it is a black rose that drinks the blood of storks
IN your muse's hair there are five thousand
Daggers crabs mushrooms
They are the children born of guns and thunderstorms
Here comes our metaphor the myth maker the hero
Here is the waves' drum beating, jackals drop down dead
fade out the opium fumes
Dawns dance for joy and the dew drops dreamily smile
Grass is tamed at last
O crass hater of the world's incandescent songs
Beware the morning's anger
its mountains' crash on your neck'( telugu original "adhivastavikula pravesam)

this is a Telugu poem translated into English. one has to strive hard to understand this poem.

Answer 1

It's an interesting poem, and the images are quite striking. I'm not a fan of surrealism, but it seems that this poem goes beyond surrealism into something more political.

These lines remind me of Sherwin Bitsui's work:
http://www.bitsui.com/

Bitsui uses a lot of developed metaphors, and layers them in his poems, that folks need to work and dig out the "meaning". It seems Sri Sri is doing that sort of thing with surrealism.

Answer 2

The observe "worth," confuses me. What makes a poem worth? One written in Greek or by utilising a Greek? If it quite is the criterion, my answer on your question isn't any, i won't be in a position to write incorrectly used words in incomprehensible sentences the place the only criterion is the the basically right option form of syllables in each and each line.

Answer 3

That certainly is a flood of images.