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Now, it’s not that Ramanujan rediscovered some lost literary masterpiece that day (these poems
were well known, elsewhere if not in English), but it did lead him to begin translating the poems
himself, publishing them in various journals around the United States in the 1960s. Eventually he
collected some of the poems and published them together as The Interior Landscape: Classical
Tamil Love Poetry (1967). Consequently, for many of us in English, Ramanujan is our guide,
taking us on to our own discoveries of this wonderful place.
This slim book of poetry is unique and remarkable: the 76 poems included were written nearly
two thousand years ago, over the course of a few centuries, by 55 poets, both male and female.
More remarkably, the poems talk to each other. In other words, these various poets would take
the then-familiar characters and add their own poems to the mix, further developing the
characters, the story, and the themes over the generations.
The book begins with a dramatis personae, which includes six characters: He, She, Her Friend,
Her Foster-Mother, Passers-by, and Concubine. Already, as simple as that list is, we see the
potential for tragedy.
The series of poems begins with She talking about her love for He:
for sleep.
Only I
am awake.
It could be a glimpse at the innocent beginnings of love. For me, it’s peaceful, though love is
keeping her awake when all others have entered “the sweetness of sleep.” Of course, love can
keep us up at night for various reasons, and many of them are explored in this series of poems.
One thing that keeps She awake at night in the early poems is her separation from He. Off to find
his fortune, He’s absent, and She has no idea when — or even if — he will ever return.
in a dream
thinking it my lover.
It’s terrible. I grow lean
in loneliness,
gnawed by a beetle.
She has a friend. At first, I thought this friend was also chasing after He. The friend, after all,
sometimes refers to him as “our” lover. And maybe that’s what that poet had in mind. Another
poet, though, suggests this friend is experiencing deep grief for She, a wonderful kind of love
that is also explored here.
is absence itself:
There is a lot going on in these seemingly simple poems. We get the passersby, those who think
She has been possessed because they do not know about her sometimes debilitating love for He.
There’s jealousy and betrayal, marriage and wandering.
Another aspect that I loved was the heavy reliance on nature, that external landscape, to explore
the interior landscape. Most of the poems contain some metaphor whose central feature is a
tree, a fruit, a handful of grass, rain. It keeps the lofty dreams grounded in their surroundings,
which can be luscious or harsh, like love.