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Keats-Shelley prize goes to Buddhist poet
by Alison Flood, The Guardian, October 28, 2009
DH Maitreyabandhu takes £3,000 award for 'a wonderful evocation of the nature of childhood'
London, UK -- The Keats-Shelley prize, an annual award for the best poem on a Romantic theme, has for the first time this year gone to an explicitly Buddhist poet, DH Maitreyabandhu.
<< 'I owe so much to both Keats and Shelley' ... DH Maitreyabandhu
His win shows the enduring appeal of John Keats across cultures, religions and generations, almost 200 years after the poet died, according to Andrew Motion, a former chair of the prize and Keats's biographer. The former poet laureate said that Keats's letters "show what a brilliant and kind-hearted and courageous friend he was, as well as his incredible commitment to poetry, despite poverty and getting it in the neck from reviewers and not being able to marry Fanny.
"Then there's the work itself and how it makes an appeal to the recognisable aspects of humanity – not bounded by religion or country or skin colour," said Motion. "The questions the poems address are the absolute fundamental basic ones."
Maitreyabandhu, who has been ordained into the Western Buddhist Order for 19 years, says his love of poetry began when a friend read him the first five verses of Shelley's Mask of Anarchy. "It was one of those moments when one discovers a new ecstasy, even a new calling. After that I read and re-read Shelley and Keats obsessively and used their poetry to explore ancient Buddhist themes," he said. "WH Auden says, 'The primary function of poetry, as of all the arts, is to make us more aware of ourselves and the world around us'. The same could be said of Buddhism. I approach poetry, in one sense as a distillation of peak experience, in another as finding meaning in the everyday – as such, poetry has become another strand of my spiritual practice."
This year's prize asked for poems on the theme of "find". Maitreyabandhu's, "The Small Boy and the Mouse", sees a boy look inside himself to see an egg, within which lies a garden where a mouse sits holding a picture of a boy. Chair of judges Professor Janet Todd called it "a wonderful evocation of the nature of childhood" which "questions the power of imagination".
"And what was strange about the picture, / apart from being held by a mouse who sat on his haunches / and gripped it in his forepaws, was that the space / around the boy, the paleness around him, expanded, / got very bright and engulfed the mouse, the bathtub, the garden, / and the egg with its shell cracked off," writes Maitreyabandhu. He has written poetry while on retreat over the last 24 years, he said, starting to work on it seriously in 2005. Three of his poems were published that year in an anthology of contemporary Buddhist poetry; he has since had work published in Poetry Review, and is soon to be published in the poetry magazines Smiths Knoll and Other Poetry.
"The purpose of Buddhist practice is gain insight into the nature of reality, for example through meditation," said the 48-year-old, who lives and works at the London Buddhist Centre in Bethnal Green. "My aspiration is to communicate any glimpses I have had of this through my work."
He said he was delighted to win the £3,000 prize. "I feel I owe so much to both Keats and Shelley," he said. "I think of them as friends, or rather mentors – poetic and spiritual."
Todd was joined on the judging panel by the poets John Hartley Williams and Matthew Sweeney and Professor Herbert JC Grierson.
The Small Boy and the Mouse by D H Maitreyabandhu
When he closed his eyes and asked the question,
he saw an egg, a boiled egg, lodged
above his heart. The shell had been broken off,
with a teaspoon he supposed, it was pure curd white
and still warm. Inside – he could see inside –
there was a garden with rows of potatoes,
sweet peas in a tangle, and a few tomatoes, red
and green ones, along with that funny sulphur smell
coming from split sacks. There was an enamel bathtub
in the garden, with chipped edges, a brown puddle
staining around itself, and a few wet leaves.
He could see down the plughole, so the sun must have shone,
and he heard his father digging potatoes,
knocking off the soil, and his mother fetching the washing in
because the sky promised a shower. There was a hole
or rather a pipe under the tub, where the water went,
and down at the bottom was a mouse – its ribs were poking out,
its damp fur clung together. The mouse was holding
a black-and-white photograph of a boy
who might have been three or four years old;
the boy was playing with boxes, or were they saucepans
from the kitchen? – he was leaning forward and slightly blurred.
And what was strange about the picture,
apart from being held by a mouse who sat on his haunches
and gripped it in his forepaws, was that the space
around the boy, the paleness around him, expanded,
got very bright and engulfed the mouse, the bathtub, the garden,
and the egg with its shell cracked off.
After that there was nothing, apart from the dark
inside the boy's head and a kind of quiet
he'd never had before. He opened his eyes. All the furniture
looked strange, as if someone had rearranged it.
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