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Book review<br />
Romantic melancholy in the<br />
poetry of Nadeem Rahman<br />
Rebecca Haque<br />
is Professor,<br />
Department of<br />
English, University<br />
of Dhaka. A poet,<br />
translator, and<br />
literary critic ,she<br />
has published two<br />
books of literary<br />
criticism, and a<br />
book of creative<br />
writing. She<br />
regularly writes<br />
Op-Ed and nonfiction<br />
essays for<br />
The Daily Star.<br />
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• Rebecca Haque<br />
In my hands I hold a sleek copy of Nadeem Rahman’s new volume of<br />
poetry. The title, One Life Is Not Enough, captivates me with felt echoes<br />
of the labyrinthine travails of the mythic “hero of a thousand faces.” The<br />
deceptively simple title resonates with the passion and complexity of<br />
a Beethoven symphony: It is spoken poetry<br />
incarnate, with its rhythm of a rise and fall of<br />
a lung full of air inhaled and exhaled, sighing<br />
with dreams and yearnings even in ripe<br />
old age. It is suffused with hopes and desires<br />
innate to the mortal human struggle, bound<br />
in time and space, eternally battling the elemental<br />
forces. Allusion to life’s tragicomic<br />
journey evokes a subliminal melancholy, an<br />
elegiac mood. In defining the state of human<br />
existence, it makes me bond with the poet in<br />
universal sympathy.<br />
One Life Is Not Enough, published in November<br />
2016 by the select house of writers.<br />
ink, contains sixteen poems which draw us<br />
into the creative spiral of the poet’s psyche.<br />
The honest confessional mode makes us<br />
identify with Rahman in separate stages of<br />
his mapping of life’s moments of strife and<br />
sweetness. We are led upward and onward<br />
through the developing arcs of his growth<br />
into introspective middle age. Rahman’s<br />
books depict an odyssey spanning thirty<br />
years of a mature man’s journey, and this volume<br />
is the final arc which completes the circle<br />
of poetic self-discovery begun in youthful<br />
exploration of lived experience.<br />
One Life Is Not Enough reveals a man of<br />
charm, wit, and piquancy: Well-read, articulate,<br />
contemplative, often blasé and ironical,<br />
as is the way with men of a philosophical<br />
mind. The poems are self-reflexive, and<br />
formal unity is maintained by adherence<br />
to ritual: Each poem is composed on his birthday. In the prefatory essay, “A<br />
Birthday Ritual,” Rahman provides an account of the process of composition:<br />
“By sheer chance, I happened to write a poem on my forty seventh birthday.<br />
I liked it so much, that I once described it as ‘something of a signature tune,’<br />
and I have included it in all my books of poems so far. It’s the last poem in<br />
this collection. Since then, equally by chance, it has become a birthday ritual.<br />
I have no explanation for this odd occurrence, but it never ceases to surprise<br />
me, every year, and is a source of considerable satisfaction to the creative urge<br />
in my generic composition. Once a year, I am happily reminded that my dwindling<br />
poetic instincts have not yet demised. The candle dims, but the flame<br />
still burns. … “<br />
Rahman’s “signature poem” in One Life Is Not Enough is titled “Our Last<br />
Rendezvous”, and was first composed on 17th May, 1991. It is a passionate<br />
poem, heroic in its melancholy acceptance of flux and finite existence, yet redolent<br />
with the romance of having drunk deep the draught of Life’s immanent<br />
spirit. The title and the sublime metaphysical conceit of this poem bring to<br />
my mind the lyric eloquence of Robert Browning’s “The Last Ride Together”.<br />
Like Browning’s poem, Rahman’s poem is also a dramatic monologue, and<br />
has the same quiet intensity and sacred beauty of the image of two embraced<br />
souls. Like Browning, Rahman also idealises and apotheosises his beloved:<br />
“Let this be our last rendezvous/ when the rivers cease to run/here will you<br />
find me/ in this valley of dying stars/ where my songs have fallen, one by one,<br />
/ and my soul, lies softly crying, …/In my book / of squandered dreams/ and<br />
forfeited schemes/ will I haunt you/from the<br />
shattered/jaws of time, until/ eternity/ here/<br />
in my heartbeat / of wordless speech,/ will I<br />
call you/ to embrace,/ my unrequited/ ghost/<br />
and let my lost hopes/ be the venue, of our<br />
last/ rendezvous.”<br />
The Romantic sensibility has used the motif<br />
of the Wanderer, the questing Traveller to<br />
signify the primordial role of the bard-seer,<br />
be it the quasi-spiritual poetic scop/ minstrel<br />
of Western medieval Courtly tradition, or the<br />
Sufi ‘baul ‘ of Eastern mysticism. Elements of<br />
such mystic self-reflection creep into many<br />
of Nadeem Rahman’s mature poems. For<br />
ex<strong>amp</strong>le, in “When I am Dead and Gone”, he<br />
writes, “When I am dead and gone/ I will have<br />
left one last song,/ …because/ dying is a poem<br />
/ of the undying/heart.” In ”You Who Think”,<br />
Rahman captures the quintessence of mortal<br />
desire: “You, who think, that I in my old<br />
age/ can teach you nothing of love,/ consider<br />
for a moment/ the infant moons that light<br />
my path/ are wrought from the nebula of my<br />
soul/ -- as true a lover’s gift as any, from/ the<br />
black hole of my infernal firmament,/ and the<br />
love that burns your blood, is distilled / from<br />
stars called hope and disappointment,…” In<br />
the 2010 birthday poem, ”Today Is My Birthday”,<br />
Rahman is self-assured and confident,<br />
and mature acceptance of personal failures<br />
makes it a poem of courageous dignity and<br />
not a vehicle for mere braggadocio: “every<br />
birthday is a resurrection,/…I am in no hurry,<br />
for/ fate to shut the door./ I look into the mirror, and I no longer see / the different<br />
faces I have seen before—the curiosity/ the impatience, the anticipation<br />
and the wander lust, / …the flamboyant arrogance of youth have all faded,…”<br />
Rahman’s poetry betrays the influence of major poets in the English and European<br />
Romantic tradition. All writers write under the “anxiety of influence”<br />
to some degree, however, and a poet becomes note-worthy when his unique<br />
“voice” speaks to us directly through his poems. William Wordsworth’s definition<br />
is cogent: “What is a poet?...He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is<br />
true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness,<br />
who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive<br />
soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind;…” Nadeem Rahman<br />
is such a man. And even though, in “A Birthday Ritual,” Rahman writes, “I<br />
don’t expect to be read even a quarter century from now….it’s enough that<br />
I have lived. It’s enough that I have loved … It’s enough that I leave my poems,<br />
like the fragrance of my flesh and blood, the essence of my never-ending<br />
dreams”, I am certain that much of his poetry will be read again and again for<br />
their sustained lyric power and sympathetic vision.•<br />
ARTS & LETTERS DHAKA TRIBUNE | THURSDAY, <strong>September</strong> 7, <strong>2017</strong>