re:Virals 290
Welcome to re:Virals, The Haiku Foundation’s weekly poem commentary feature on some of the finest haiku ever written in English. This week’s poem was
filigree on leaf ... what is of what was — Priti Aisola, Under the Basho (2020)
For Avinder Kaur, light and shade reflect life:
Such an evocative poem! The first line evokes a clear visual that immediately flashes before the eyes, something that we have all seen often and marveled at its beauty each time. The poet draws the light and shade parallel through filigree, the art of intricate and delicate metalwork. The reader begins to think about the artist who is clearly the creator of the universe. You are presented with Nature at its artistic best. What else could soothe the ruffled nerves of a man who is battling so much in life in this virus-ridden world? A tiny little poem with so much word power brings you relief and reassurance at the same time. Though the pandemic is raging, there is still hope and there is a feeling that someone somewhere will protect you, no matter what. The chiaroscuro effect that “filigree” creates is beautiful and symbolic at the same time. The light and the shade are the twin aspects of life just like its joys and sorrows.
Lines two and three cause the reader to reflect upon the march of time and the transient nature of life. One is suddenly assured that nothing stays forever, good or bad, and that it is the present moment that takes precedence over everything else. The poet has made extremely astute use of words to create a poem that is precise, poignant and powerful at the same time.
Lakshmi Iyer catches a new world opening:
A totally different take! The poet’s love for art and its open workmanship reflects in the very first word, “filigree.” This decorative art intertwined with threads of gold and silver opens the door to a new world of sense and sensitivity. She has very artistically portrayed her sense of observation through this antique jewelry.
The sensitivity takes a leap in the first line, filigree leaf… What a beautiful juxtaposition! The poet has created a poignant image where the art of filigree is compared with a skeleton leaf whose beauty lies within itself, the greenery. Once the pigment starts to leave, the leaf is left with only the veins.
“what is of what was” — So poignant a picture of the leaf speaks its story. This is a cosmic call to all beings on earth that there is a beginning to the end, and an end to the beginning!
Alan Summers discovers something more:
The opening line eschews an article which makes us look harder. Is it really as simple as we might think? Why does it work instead of “correct grammar”:
e.g.
filigree on a leaf
the filigree on a leaf
The terse, if not downright abrupt first line gives this reader something else to consider, beyond a pretty leaf in nature. We know leaves are famous for the fine tracery (filigree) during the autumn (leaf falling) season, and that a fine network of “veins” is revealed in the process; the stripped down bareness of a leaf in autumn is like hidden scaffolding, or a skeleton holding.
Filigree is also a well-known method of jewelry making, as well as a term for anything that is intricate, and decorative. The Polish language has the term filigranowy or filigranowa which, though it means “filigree,” is also used to describe people with a petite body.
We do not know for sure if the author and narrator are one and the same person, or if the author is just showing us the beauty of a leaf from a tree. Is it a piece of jewelry, or someone who was once thought of as delicate as filigree, but possibly no longer? Perhaps it’s all of that.
Let’s now look at the last part of the haikai verse which forms a phrase:
what is
of what wasAnd if we now pull this into a single line:
“what is of what was”
Is the narrator fingering a filigreed replica leaf earrings, while staring into the mirror? Is she introspectively wondering if she is still the same wonderful woman as in her earlier years? Who or what would make her think about this, and even doubt herself? Is that the case with this haiku?
So what is there still of that time before, that previous “what was” era?
Interestingly, another type of super-fine filigree is vark, or varak (silver leaf), commonly used in Pakistan, India, and Bangladesh for coating candies, almonds, cashews, dates, sugar balls, betel nuts, cardamom, and various other spices.
How we “coat” ourselves with various products, from layers of clothing, jewelry, perfume, cologne, hairstyling, just to appear outwardly “good enough” to be seen by the public, as well as close friends and family.
This eight word haikai verse looks deceptively simple, but for me, it’s unnervingly complex, and unsettling. Don’t many of us wonder “what is left” of “what was good in the past” in a number of ways?
That enjambment, the method of splitting lines, works unerringly well to deliver a psychological blow, which is one of many effective methods of a great poem.
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re:Virals 291:
sanderlings… a boy’s wind-up robot chases the surf — Jo Balistreri, bottle rockets #44 (2021)
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I wish to thank each of the poets for their wonderful commentary on my haiku. Alan Summers has written such a splendid and intricately-woven commentary that I will go back to it again and again.
This haiku came to me in a flash. One day when I was walking in my garden, I noticed the leaves of the potted roses. Stricken by disease, they had holes in them … as if someone had randomly punched lots of holes in the leaves. The leaves looked so depleted, so weary. It made think of how the leaves hadn’t had a chance to live out their lifespan. It also reminded me of the beauty of a leaf in autumn, with its transparency and its delicate interlacing of veins — the kind of beauty that makes one feel reflective, a bit melancholic. It reminds one of the transient nature of each form of life.
When I wrote this ku, I also had in mind the ‘filagreed’ leaf earrings that my sister had given me. They were delicate and beautiful. I barely wore them three or four times and then I misplaced them, never to find them again.
In my mind I did have an image of the freshness and fullness of youth as a thing of the past just like the leaf that was once ‘solid’ and green and fresh. This leaf now is a wispy skeletal image of its former self that was brimming with the sap of life.
I thank each of you warmly for adding so much depth and richness to my haiku. My warmest thanks, Alan Summers, for a truly exceptional interpretation.
Wow, thank you!
I am so glad that I deep-read your haiku and was determined to read it many many times and constantly got something more on each re-reading.
Thank you, and I am glad it was nominated!
warm regards,
Alan
founder, Call of the Page
Yes, Alan
I really wanted this poem to get its freedom from Priti’s book out here. Yes, it was published in Under the Basho, but, I wanted the poem to get its due respect. I’m happy that you could give it a beautiful dress with your commentary.
Thank you, that’s deeply appreciated!
warmest regards,
Alan
Alan
You have beautifully captured the essence of the haiku.
More than the decorative art, the haiku focuses more on life’s journey.
re:Virals 290:
filigree on leaf …
what is
of what was
— Priti Aisola, Under the Basho (2020)
As summer season is on, summer congenial for weddings, for purchases and delightful shopping for silk clothes and ornaments ; this write by Priti Aisola
recapitulates somewhat similar, scenes or sights during bridal decorations, also when on palms extending to forearms antistatic embellishments shine.
First line, “filigree on leaf…”
allowing more space for creative imagination on leaf and how and why?
Could be a girl drawing on a fresh sacred leaf either for décor or offering or
Show before feast, with a colored pencil; names of persons, or drawings or
flowers all in multi colors, shining on plates, giving leaf a facelift.
Another possible inference is that , a sect in India , called Marvaris from North India , known for their colorful embroidered artistic talent either display on clothes, in the form of leaves aligned with metal wires or even beads, so much so, the saris or clothes become heavy with added layers ;also with different distinctively enchanted looks;
some credit could also be given to dew drops: when in the morn, dew drops
gathered,….( filigree works) on the leaf pose a different sacred, majestic picture,
what is now developed on what was once different.
Another dimension is that palm or hand viewed as a leaf with Criss cross lines,
Poses enhanced look after drawings on it, what is -different from what it was.
What is a new face, a new life, a new uplift, a new turn, a new outlook – all
on what was.
The following remarks by Alan Summers, esteemed poet, compel me to read and re read into the fine observations, imbibing the essential truth in them
Wonderfully drawn.
“The terse, if not downright abrupt first line gives this reader something else to consider, beyond a pretty leaf in nature. We know leaves are famous for the fine tracery (filigree) during the autumn (leaf falling) season, and that a fine network of “veins” is revealed in the process; the stripped down bareness of a leaf in autumn is like hidden scaffolding, or a skeleton holding.”
Many thanks for highlighting this.
warmest regards,
Alan