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INTRODUCTiON




                Mr,  Mohan  Prasad's  poetry  needs  no  apology  of  an
           introduction-much  less  from  one  than  whom  he  is  betrter
           known  in  the1  poetical  circles  in  Telugu;  Tha:b  he  has
           chosen  to  present'  himself  in  English  11lranscreation  is  a
           gesture  of  confidence  in  the  individuality  of  his  own  sen-
           sibility  as  well  as the  aesthetic need of  a ·poet to establish
           contact with  a  wider audience.

                Mr.  Prasad's  poems  project  a  vari:ety  of  moods,  sad-
           ness, pity, anger, petulance and  despair, all con trolled and
           united  by  a  strong  feeling  for  life.  He  prepresents  the
           transitional  tension  in  the  Telugu  personality  exerted  by
           the  compulsive  shif,_t  from  an  agrarian  to 1:ihe  urban  back-
           ground  ("discarding the  plough of the bullocks  pulling/My
           red  Cadillac/My  necktie  rising  on  the  wind").  But  he
           adopts  a  tone  of  voice  in  which  irony  has  mastered  the
           se~timent wtthout  demolishing  the  human  concern;  it  has
           the  shrill  resonance  of  the  Shehanai  which  at each  break
           of  dawn  clarifies  and  announces  the  Andhra  landscape
           (Shehanai is  sadness  searching for  herself).  The wonder-
           ful candences of the Telugu language o-ften  lose in transla-
           tion rthe plenitude of verbal consciousness.  But Mr. Prasad
           o:fiten  achieves  the  authenticity  of  the  vernacular  idiom
           and the local partictJ.larly of scene in such lines as  "an ant,
           on the block  oiles  floor/starts  on  its  pilgrimage  to  Kashi''.
           And at' times the expression leaps into an increment-al cu_:rve
           of chamatkara as in:


                     The  lizard  cannot  stamp  its  feet
                     securely on the wall
                     There is  no air in its feet:
                     Air  is  attachment!
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