Wednesday, November 11, 2009

infancy and timelessness

it is amazing how a poet sees the deepest meaning in the most 'taken-for-granted' things, even when he is writing prose :) i was reading this essay by Tagore last night and there are many such observations in its three-four page length. Although not of the caliber of Tagore, may be a poem or two will emerge from my pen after reading and re-reading this essay many times :)

"There is a timelessness in these nursery rhymes. They never carry any indication of who wrote them, and no one ever thinks to ask on which day or in which year they were written. Because of this inherent timelessness, even if they were written in our own day they are ancient, and even if they were written thousands of years ago they are new.

If you look closely, you see that there is nothing as ancient as infancy. Adults have been changed in many different ways by place, time, education and custom, but infants are the same today as they were a hundred thousand years ago. Unchanging ancientness in born into human homes again and again in the form of a baby, yet the freshness, beauty, innocence and sweetness it had at the beginning of history is the same today. The reason for this eternal newness is that infants are the creations of Nature. But adults are to a very great extent man's own making. In the same way, nursery rhymes are infant-literature; they are born spontaneously and naturally in the human mind."


from, 'An Essay on Nursery Rhymes' (1907) by Tagore
- The Picador Book of Modern Indian Literature

would sure like to know your views on this. thanks for reading.

10 comments:

Jyo Had3s said...

beautiful... simply beautiful.. i think i read this once in Bengali.. not sure

Arti Honrao said...

Nice.
infants are the same today as they were a hundred thousand years ago

So true



GBU
Arti

mageshcse said...

awesome bro :) tats y infants are so chweet

harshita s said...

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak..........
........Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect
bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's
yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles
weave the double bond of pity and love.

-Rabindranath Tagore

* મારી રચના * said...

Awesome Adee...

Prats said...

I am so awestruck by this article, seriously don't know how to comment.

I just say that he was greatness personified.

How do we know said...

wow!!! simply.. timeless!

pooja said...

how do u find such amazing stuff? Got me thinking beyond the mundane.

Toon Indian said...

wow..infants are truly the purest form of nature..no wonder wordsworth said "Child is the father of man" we have a lot to learn from them innocence,spontaneity, simplicity, that captivating smile!!

Lineology said...

I feel like singing 'Sometimes the feeling is right, you fall in love for the first time'

I am actually in love with such forms of literature because I feel connected to these soul groups. You know Adee, palmistry has opened the gates for many such things...which are beyond our logic and understanding. Thanks