Saturday, 8 March 2014
A poem by Vasantha Surya
Larger than life, the peacock facing me
Out there in the rain, on the palash tree
His claws’ raw power on the supine bough
Shot a bolt through me, on the balcony.
Broader, more muscled than I’d thought it was
And blue — so blue, his handsome chest!
Bejewelled, his whipsnake neck and crest
A-quiver with ire, white-ringed eye spitting fire.
“Arree!” he shrieked, imperiously.
“You in that silly cage of human ribs!
Stupid peahen! Come out quick!”
Vasantha Surya’s work includes over three hundred articles in major Indian newspapers and magazines, three volumes of poetry in English (Cre-A, Writers Workshop, and Sandhya Publications), and seven works of translation from Tamil (comprising a collection of outstanding short stories as well as six major novels -- East-West Press, Penguin, Macmillan, Zubaan, Sahitya Akademi, New Horizons, and Oxford University Press). Several of her translations of poetry appear in OUP’s Tamil Dalit Writing. Her translation of Cho Dharman’s Tamil novel Koogai is soon to be brought out by OUP. Mridu in Madras (in English, brought out by Rupa and in Tamil, by Kalachuvadu) is a novel for children.