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\"Raja<\/a>

Raja Ravi Varma, painting of a scene from K\u0101lid\u0101sa\u2019s play Abhij\u00f1\u0101na\u015b\u0101kuntalam<\/i>.<\/p><\/div>\n

If \u201cporn poetry\u201d is defined as poetry that\u2019s supposed to turn people on, then we have no tradition of porn poetry in English. What we have instead is a bunch of what might be called \u201cexhilarating nastiness\u201d:\u00a0poetry that\u2019s basically a revenge against sex, a way of processing anxiety.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t get me wrong. The material I seem to be dismissing is my favorite stuff in the world. Rochester, Swift, Seidel: they are disgusting and great. I have no real complaints about these guys. They speak to my concerns.<\/p>\n

Still, these days, I\u2019ve become interested in expanding my borders beyond what I call \u201ctherapeutic art.\u201d My anxieties ain\u2019t going nowhere; they\u2019ll be here when I get back. How about some poetry that comes straight out of delight and high spirits? Poetry that never heard of revenge or consolation.\u00a0<\/p>\n

But allow me to do justice to revenge and consolation. Look at the following piece, not well known, by the Earl of Rochester (1647\u20131680):<\/p>\n

\n

Song of a Young Girl to Her Ancient Lover<\/p>\n

Ancient person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it ere thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy, cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient person of my heart.<\/p>\n

On thy withered lips and dry,
Which like barren furrows lie,
Brooding kisses I will pour,
Shall thy youthful heat restore
(Such kind showers in autumn fall,
And a second spring recall);
Nor from thee will ever part,
Ancient person of my heart.<\/p>\n

Thy nobler part, which but to name
In our sex would be counted shame,
By age\u2019s frozen grasp possessed,
From his ice shall be released,
And, soothed by my reviving hand,
In former warmth and vigor stand.
All a lover\u2019s wish can reach
For thy joy my love shall teach,
And for thy pleasure shall improve
All that art can add to love.
Yet still I love thee without art,
Ancient person of my heart.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I remember the time I asked one of the undergraduates in the poetry section I was TAing to read this piece aloud. People couldn\u2019t believe the thing was written in the seventeenth century. There was squirming.<\/p>\n

I asked the students to describe the tone of the piece, and one of the brilliants said it was the tone that corresponds to the smile on the Grinch\u2019s face when he first conceives the idea of robbing Whoville.<\/p>\n

Is the poem\u2019s \u201crevenge\u201d aspect clear? The poet feels the inadequacy\/falseness of love patter, the absurdity\/falseness of the old deal between the sexes, and the inevitability\/truth of \u201cage\u2019s frozen grasp.\u201d He writes a poem that laughs, ha-ha, in the sight of the devil and in the face of this congregation. The whole thing is founded on the writer\u2019s affecting an above-it-all smirk, and one is consoled by that smirk, exactly because it shows it\u2019s possible not to be reduced to despair by all this.<\/p>\n

Wisecracks are often so. It doesn\u2019t even matter when they\u2019re not witty. The point is that the speaker was not reduced to silence.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m making this sound more gruesome than it is. The poem is delicious; I\u2019m just pointing out that we satirize sex because in part we\u2019re mad<\/em> at it. And this is surely why Andrew Marvell said that Rochester was the only modern satirist who had his head screwed on straight. (Marvell\u2019s exact expression was that Rochester was \u201cthe best English satirist and had the right vein.\u201d)<\/p>\n

But.<\/p>\n

None of this\u2014none of Rochester in general\u2014has anything to do with the straightforward and generous act of deliberately turning the reader on. English-language poems almost never do this. Any turning on they achieve is quite accidental. Check out your nearest Anglophone anthology of \u201cerotic\u201d poems. They\u2019re written on sexual themes, but they\u2019re not erotic. Rochester will be in there. Marvell\u2019s \u201cCoy Mistress.\u201d Donne\u2019s \u201cFlea\u201d \u2026.<\/p>\n

(KEY EXCEPTION TO WHAT I JUST SAID: gay erotica. Somehow that<\/em> community gets that versifying images and situations designed to induce dreamy desire in the reader is quite sufficient. Everybody else seems to think that it\u2019s not enough to describe a luscious sexy scene. There has to be some \u201ccomplexity\u201d or spoof involved.)<\/p>\n

Traditional Indian literature is different. It has books and books of poems whose only point is to send your mercury to the top of the tube. I wrote a little bit about one such book here<\/a>. But I also want to mention Kum\u0101rasambhava<\/em>. This was K\u0101lid\u0101sa\u2019s last poem, supposedly. Anyhow, it\u2019s unfinished: eight cantos made of sequences of lyrical quatrains\u2014and one of the cantos simply describes, at immense length, the goddess\u2019s body as she is sitting in meditation, very still, trying to prove something, I forget what. I have not forgotten the descriptions, however. Nobody would.* I urge whoever\u2019s interested to read the Clay Sanskrit Library version, translated by David Smith (New York University Press, 2005).<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

* Sample stanza, not from the canto I was just talking about:<\/p>\n

\n

Anyonyam utp\u012b\u1e0dayad utpal\u2019|\u00e2k\u1e63y\u0101\u1e25
stana|dvaya\u1e43 p\u0101\u1e47\u1e0du tath\u0101 viv\u1e5bddham
madhye yath\u0101 \u015by\u0101ma|mukhasya
tasya m\u1e5b\u1e47\u0101la|s\u016btr\u2019|\u00e2ntaram apy a|labhyam.<\/p>\n

The lotus-eyed girl\u2019s pale breasts,
pressing against each other,
so grew
that between them,
with their black nipples,
there was not room
even for a lotus fiber.<\/p>\n

[Kum\u0101rasambhava<\/em> I.40]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\n

Anthony Madrid now lives in Victoria, Texas<\/i>. His poems have appeared in <\/em>Best American Poetry 2013,\u00a0<\/em>Boston Review, <\/em>Fence, <\/em>Harvard Review, <\/em>Lana Turner, LIT, and<\/em> Poetry. His first book is called<\/em> I Am Your Slave Now Do What I Say\u00a0<\/i>(Canarium Books, 2012).\u00a0He is a correspondent for the\u00a0<\/em>Daily.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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