If a poem should be a mosaic, shouldn't it also be a puzzle?
Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets
Homage to NOBUYUKI TSUJII, the "born" blind classical pianist (Check his "La Campanella" and "Rachmaninov's Piano Concert N° 2)
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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets
The Princess Anna stood
.…arms half-akimbo
.…at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
….to her exposed tarsus heels
A wilting comb of fern and shrivelled grass
….still clinging to her rump
mud trailing in crusty clumps around the soles
half exposed at the base of the trunk
A soft curling gust about her waist
….shook the panicles of her bells
….light translucent purple corolla
peeling tinnitus at her lobes
out of the gathering Siberian clouds
…………………sounded like her father calling:
“ Pavlovnia! Pavlovnia! My Darling !
Shake! Shake! Your ample locks !
And let your capsicles pop and drop
Your myriad minute pods
Wafting towards Tsarist towers
Tintinnabulating on troikas and travois ! ”
“ Hélas ! Hélas ! My Royal Pa !
I’m wed for life to nether water-logged land
See how the wind furrows the leathery waters
Licking and tickling my bared soles!
Here with one sawn shoulder and one twisted arm
My hip sags with each dastardly axe-raised slap
Leaning onto the other talus’s side
They say it’s for my own own good
My head was severed at the start
My heart-shaped tresses thick in the heat
Now float on the faint muddy bank tide !
I dream of the day
…….My Phoenix tubers will climb
…….And seek the sunrise over the Eastern divide
…….In lands where the waters drain
…….Whole crowns of dark-green broccoli buds
Before the sun goes down in the Taiga ! “
“ O! I’ll tell your whey-faced mother, My Dear !
Her eyes look long past the Western Gate !
…….Till your timbers all grow strong with sheen
……And we’ll look for a handsome Prince, My Dear !
…….Sturdy as oak-bound sails on brine !
O! We’ll cut and soothe the grainy boards
…….Till the dressing-chest’s adorned
…….With trefoil liana round mirrors and knobs
On the day of your dowry’s prize
…………For you!
……………..For you alone ! My Dear !
Down in the lowlands shut in fear ! “
My feeble mind had trouble following the story that seemed to be quite dark and blind siding. But I am not of insightful vision so I had to take the lines literally, because figuratively I could not make them out. But I'm sure there's some biting satire in your words, perhaps if I had your perspective. Still, quite a startling piece… To say the least.
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