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We are exploring the theme of Fragrance
in our poems today. So highlight the sensory experience of fragrance in your
lines. Walt Whitman does that in the second section of his Song of Myself:
“Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and
like it,
The distillation would
intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.”
Lines from Emily Dickinson:
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Essential Oils — are wrung —
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns — alone —
It is the gift of Screws —
The General Rose — decay —
But this — in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer — When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary —
Another interesting poem is Christopher Morley’s Smells. A fun filled one. You’ll find much playfulness there.
You can either delve deeper and go beyond scent or be subjective,
personal, focusing on specific odor / odors you love. Scent of favorite food
does whet our appetite sometimes. Smiles. You might want fragrance to be used
as an evocative tool conjuring places,
people, objects, events and even time; like I remember my mother’s incense-burning
every evening for worshipping in her corner shrine. That particular brand
reminds me of evenings I spent there in my parents’ home.
In times of wars or any political upheaval we are so disoriented that we smell darkness at a simple dawn; it WILL appear bloody while during peace-time we have jasmine nights.
You might directly address a perfume, a vial of perfume I mean. Perfume lingo is most welcome. In this connection I would like to add that even novels, essays and poems in the past has inspired perfume branding suggesting that fragrance is not fragrance alone but something else.
“Jardins” created a perfume by the name of “GiGi” which was a tribute to the Parisian girl made famous in the novella by Collette.
So here we are now for an aromatic, poetic experience.
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Thank you Sumana - will be back in the morning to read and comment - Jae
ReplyDeleteThanks Jae. Lovely to see you.
DeleteHello everyone! Happy Wednesday to you all. Looking for ward to read your fragrant filled lines. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteNot an homage to Trump's stupid new fragrances, I hope.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sumana. It is a beautiful West Coast morning this morning. Full summer. which always takes my thoughts back to childhood.
ReplyDeleteSorry Sumana I am unable to comment on your poem on your site because of your new format. I love that you can derive pleasure from the words of poets . A pleasure money can't buy. Enjoyed your lovely poem. They are not dirges:)
ReplyDeleteEssential Oils―are wrung―
ReplyDeleteThe Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns―alone―
It is the gift of Screws―
The General Rose―decay―
But this―in Lady’s Drawer
Make Summer―When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary―
Oh, how I love Emily Dickinson. She *knew* stuff. I don't know what, exactly, but she knew stuff the rest of us don't.
Thanks, Sumana. Glad to be able to participate this week!
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