Discuss the little sf poems
Rain of rites ?
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The title of the poem highlights the symbolism and metaphoric terms used in this poem. The poem is about rain and its ethereal qualities. It also elaborates on the mystic powers that rain has as well as the difficult journey of man to experience these supernatural powers.
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A Rain of Rites by Mahapatra
A Rain of Rites by Jayanta Mahapatra
By: Bijay Kant Dubey
A Rain of Rites is one of the best poetry-collections of Jayanta Mahapatra to be have been authored, taking him to the pedestals of international name and fame, really a standard overseas presentation, an admirable one for an Indian writer of verse. Dawn is the first poem with which the collection opens and we get attuned to the Mahapatrian imagery and word-play which is so easily available in his poetry.A Rain of Rites by Mahapatra
A Rain of Rites as a title for the whole series of poems included in it tells of a strange stillness, quietude, solitude rarely to be come across elsewhere scenic with the Indian country with mud-built houses scattered across a vast stretch of land, rivers, hills and trees, the landscape painted against the mythic past. A coastal state of the rains and rites, dotting it, it has a tale of own to tell, narrate and annotate. It is better to see his verses rather than studying for meaning, laying them bare. There is a strange serenity to be marked in the poems.
Not the rains, but the rain of rites takes on frequently. The poet seeks to know who the first man was to whom the old cloud brought the blood to his face. There is nothing o take the rains or the rites seriously, as he takes to them privately for personal reflections. Ikons is extraordinarily beautiful as he takes to the Shiva lingam rarely described so far. We do not anyone who can in such a way as he has penetrated into our psyche and ethos joining through the myth of idolatry and breaking through iconoclasm.
A poet of dawns and twilights he marvels us with his falling light and imagery. Where does it break from and retreat back to, is a mystery and there is no answer to it to resolve it. The poems of Jayanta Mahaptara are pictures and portraits drawn in silence and solitude on the canvas of nihilism and iconoclasm. What we say right, is it really? What we say wrong, is it really?
Dawn as a poem is scenic and picturesque, landscapic and beautiful. With the break of the dawn, there conjure up the images, of the sunlight falling, dazzling, glistening and glowing, the crows flying, temple bells tinkling, silence recalling the frenzy of a noise.
The poet does it marvels with the half-said statements keeping this stanza or that stanza. The last two lines of the poem tell another story which is but Indian, feminine, rural and matriarchal lying suppressed and oppressed under the hegemony of the patriarchs. The hawks of the society will let her live a life of own.
To annotate and analyze the poetic lines of Jayanta Mahapatra is to destroy the beauty of his poems; to critique and make a criticism of as it is difficult to paraphrase and penetrate his vision.