August 16, 2011

நான் ஒரு நார்!


 சில நாட்களுக்கு முன்பு  Other men's flowers  என்ற பதிவைப் போட்டிருந்தேன். அதைப் படித்த ஒரு வாசகர் எனக்கு ஒரு கடிதம் எழுதி இருந்தார். அதில் Other men's flowers பற்றி மேலும் சில தகவல்களை எழுதி இருந்தார், கடிதம் ஆங்கிலத்தில் உள்ளதால்,  தகவல்களைத் தமிழில் தருகிறேன். ( தன் பெயரை வெளியிட வேண்டாம் என்று தெரிவித்திருக்கிறார். ஆகவே வெளியிடவில்லை!

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இந்தியாவில்   1943 லிருந்து 1947 வரை வைசிராயாக இருந்தவர்  ஃபீல்ட் மார்ஷல் வேவல். பின்னால் இவர் லார்ட் வேவல் ஆனார்.
தனக்குப் பிடித்த 260 பாடல்களைத் தொகுத்து புத்தகமாகப் போட விரும்பினாராம். லண்டனில் உள்ள புத்தக நிறுவனம் அதைப் போட முன்வந்தது. பாடல்களுக்கு சிறு குறிப்பு, விளக்கம் எல்லாம் எழுதிக் கொடுத்தால் போடுவதாகச் சொன்னது. வேவல் அப்படியே எழுதிக் கொடுத்தார். 1944-ல் புத்தகம்  வெளியாயிற்று. அந்த குறிப்புகளின் சிறப்பு காரணமாக அடுத்த 30-35 வருஷங்களுக்கு அந்தப் புத்தகம் அச்சில் இருந்து கொண்டே வந்திருக்கிறது. ஒன்றரை லட்சம் பிரதிகள் விற்பனை ஆகியுள்ளனவாம். (சமீபத்தில் 1992-ல் ஒரு பதிப்பு வெளியாகி இருக்கிறது.)
சரி, இப்போது எதற்கு இந்த விவரங்கள் எல்லாம் என்று கேட்கிறீர்களா?

அந்த புத்தகத்தின் தலைப்பு:  OTHER MEN'S FLOWERS!.

I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and
nothing but the thread that binds them is my own
Montaigne, 1533-1592

 பதிவிற்கு வந்த ஒரு பின்னூட்டம்


அந்த புத்தகத்தில் வேவல் எழுதியுள்ள முன்னுரையிலிருந்து சில பாராக்களைக் கொடுக்கிறேன் . ---அபிராமி

FOREWORD
'I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is my own.' So wrote Montaigne; and I have borrowed his title, my memory being the binding thread.
This is a purely personal anthology. I have read much poetry; and since I had once a very retentive memory for verse much has remained in my head. I have had less opportunity to read poetry during these late years of war. When I do so, I find that I read the old favourites rather than fresh poets or poems; so that with failing memory it is un- likely that I shall acquire much more by heart.
It amused me lately to set down in a notebook--mainly with a view to discussion with my son, who shares my liking for poetry-- the poems I could repeat entire or in great part. I have now collected and arranged the poems I set down. I did it with no idea of publication, but my son and others have suggested that the collection might appeal to a wider circle.
I ask no one to applaud my choice. I do not always applaud it myself, but a part of me from which I cannot dissociate myself, my memory, has made this selection and I am too old to alter it. On the whole I think it is a reason- able choice from the almost inexhaustible treasure of English poetry, for a workaday man who prefers plain gold, silver or metal work to elaborate jewellery.
Browning and Kipling are the two poets whose work has stayed most in my memory, since I read them in impression- able youth. I have never regretted my choice. They have courage and humanity, and their feet are usually on the ground. G. K. Chesterton has the same qualities, with a more romantic and less practical strain; he has become my third favourite, and much of his verse is in my heart and my head; there also is much of Masefield, the poet of adven- ture and toil by land and sea......


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  1. அந்த புத்தகத்தில் வேவல் எழுதியுள்ள முன்னுரையிலிருந்து சில பாராக்களைக் கொடுக்கிறேன் . ---அபிராமி

    FOREWORD
    'I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is my own.' So wrote Montaigne; and I have borrowed his title, my memory being the binding thread.
    This is a purely personal anthology. I have read much poetry; and since I had once a very retentive memory for verse much has remained in my head. I have had less opportunity to read poetry during these late years of war. When I do so, I find that I read the old favourites rather than fresh poets or poems; so that with failing memory it is un- likely that I shall acquire much more by heart.
    It amused me lately to set down in a notebook--mainly with a view to discussion with my son, who shares my liking for poetry-- the poems I could repeat entire or in great part. I have now collected and arranged the poems I set down. I did it with no idea of publication, but my son and others have suggested that the collection might appeal to a wider circle.
    I ask no one to applaud my choice. I do not always applaud it myself, but a part of me from which I cannot dissociate myself, my memory, has made this selection and I am too old to alter it. On the whole I think it is a reason- able choice from the almost inexhaustible treasure of English poetry, for a workaday man who prefers plain gold, silver or metal work to elaborate jewellery.
    Browning and Kipling are the two poets whose work has stayed most in my memory, since I read them in impression- able youth. I have never regretted my choice. They have courage and humanity, and their feet are usually on the ground. G. K. Chesterton has the same qualities, with a more romantic and less practical strain; he has become my third favourite, and much of his verse is in my heart and my head; there also is much of Masefield, the poet of adven- ture and toil by land and sea......

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