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Poesie per Antonio
di Rajesh Nahir
Caro Enzo,
Ti ringrazio per le tue buone intenzioni. Ti allego delle poesie mai pubblicate che mi ha scritto un mio grande amico che e' un ricercatore indiano di nome Rajesh Nahir col quale ho migliorato molto il mio inglese.
Attualmente Rajesh lavora all'osservatorio di Trieste, non lo vedo da circa 5 anni. Ho chiesto in ufficio ma non mi hanno voluto dare i suoi dati.
So che e' nato a Bangalore nel Kerala (India) e dovrebbe avere circa 32 anni di eta'.
Si e' laureato in Biologia all'eta' di circa 22 anni studiando in un colleggio di gesuiti. Per mantenersi in India ha svolto diversi lavori tra cui quello di insegnante di inglese e di mungitore in una azienda agricola.
La nostra amicizia e' durata 4 anni (il suo periodo di permanenza a La Spezia) purtroppo sulla sua biografia di dettaglio non so essere piu' preciso e mi dispiace darti i dati un po' approssimati.
Non ho chiesto a lui l'autorizzazione a divulgare in internet le sue poesie, ma essendo quelle che ti mando un suo regalo nei miei confronti, non credo che riportando il suo nome ci siano problemi particolari. Sicuramente non ha pubblicato o fatto alcuna attivita' in campo letterario e le sue poesie sono una forma di espressione naturale di svago.
13 gennaio 2001 A presto
Antonio
oOo
Requiem
Dreams die
first.
I, in youthful folly,
did not
believe,
this oft repeated
Statement
till,
the myriad callous blows I
received
From my brothers
'moulded' me to
Manhood,
teaching me, they said,
Cool common sense.
Yet,
Reason alone, brings
Not more but
Less,
and I sit, mourning
the death of
Innocence.oOo
Innocence
I saw an old man lying in the hall,
staring, silently, at the writing
on the wall,
Awaiting, patiently, his final call,
No regrets at all.I said to him,
'Sir, as your sight grows dim,
Before you fall prey to nature's whim,
Teach me all that you have learned,
Show me answers for which I yearn.'
And he said,
'My son, I can give no knowledge new,
What I know, my father knew,
Your father knows, so will you.
Love, hate, joy, pain,
people living, people slain,
sun, snow, wind, rain,
A thousand Abels, a thousand Cains,
Everything passes, yet everything's
the same.And, to you I say,
There is no special way,
If the play changes, the players stay,
If the players change, the play will stay.'
oOo
MiragesMen see what they want to see,
What they see is what they want to be,
They want to be what others see,
But others see what they what to be,
They want to be what others see,
Then what we see is what they want to be.
So, are we thus who we see?
Is what we see what we want to be?
What we want to be, not what others see,
Not merely mistaken identities?oOo
Among the pines
Lone creature standing, aye,
on ancient ground
where strange shadows play,
ancient gods abound,
Before man, perhaps, before the darkness fled,
Where ancient foes fought and bled.
No sound save that of silent breeze
treads the silente of centuries,
And,
secret dreams in orange gleams
burn into my soul, it seems,
dread awe, cold .... slowly seeping in,
Not without but from within,
For, here, in this hallowed place,
Time paused and now forever waits,
And I, weak man, held in thrall,
while around, winter moves to fall.oOo
Hypocrisy
"Elders" and "Betters", in ignorance,
query,
"Collegians, whither thy commitment ?
Whither thy pride in thy raiment ?
Why of this duty, a parody ?"
To them, I say, in anger,
"Look to thyself for the answer,
Look to the world thou did'st create,
Deeded to us by an unfeeling fate,
Look to morals that thou dost preach,
To the values that thou dost teach,
That might makes right, weak the meek,
This life to use to power seek.
And I ask thy right to question thus,
When thou at thy doorstep see,
That when all things end as all things must,
The ends justify the means.
