Dedicated to Rabindranath Tagore

His lotus went unheeded – I knew not
what fragrance the south wind would carry
to induce strange longing

In fact, I knew not the south wind

I am so ignorant – occasionally! –
I told myself

And too concerned with myself
and the writing of poetry
that comes from that self
or something like it

Let the lotus and the south wind be

– James Steerforth ( © 2009 )

I was going to rewrite a poem by Rabindranath Tagore I had just read, trying to “rejuvenate” it (take out that 19th century British-style stuffiness he instilled in his own translations), and this was the outcome, sort of a Rabindranath Tagore gone New York Poets piece only somewhat related to the original.

Happens to go well with Totally Optional Prompts’ Rewrite issue.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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2 Responses to Today

  1. Linda Jacobs says:

    Really beautiful! I love the line, “what fragrance the south wind would carry.”

  2. Felicity says:

    I love this poem.
    I love the way you’ve personified the south wind. 🙂

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