A talent unnoticed H D Jayasooriya

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H. D. Jayasooriya of Himbutana is not only a poet of distinction, but also a translator and a creative writer. His book of fine poetry in English was published in June last year by Godage & Brothers Ltd. 

The book is called  ‘Foam in the Palm’  a highly imaginative title which speaks of the impermanence of things. There are 27 poems in this 56 page book that will make the readers think and feel what he describes.

The foreword by a teacher of English Literature – Ms. M. Weerabaddhana, sums up what the poet writes on: 

“Changing society, the lure of the village, caring for and appreciation of nature’s precious bounty, eulogies of renowned personalities as well as misconceptions of certain erudite personalities rejecting historically proved and accepted facts.” 

I agree with what he says in conclusion: 

“His observant inquiring mind and experience imbibe a certain novelty to the variety of his poetic creations, thus making the anthology enjoyable reading.” With this book Jayasooriya had written eleven books, which include translations, fiction, biography, literary appreciation, language and management.

Because of the exigencies of space, I have to restrain myself only to quote some of the fine lines I appreciated from his poetry.

In his sincere offering the poet says:  Arresting the existence of Samsara and revealing the fallacy of the Universe, the Blessed One dispelled all evils of craving, to me, Thy Dhamma is Supreme. So, I bow my head to thee.

Of his poems I liked very much three of his poems which are “Wood Apple” (p 33) and “Bridge” (p38), and  “A thought for Poson” (P 25) I wish that I analyze them for you, but cannot because they are a little longish than the other poems in the collection.

Therefore I shall single out some lines which I feel are genuine.

Here are the appreciative lines:
•        Child unsounded is just a son or daughter, Like a bird of no feather (Credential of the Child)
•        Descending every chilly morn to the meadow here lovingly  attached (Milk of Love)
•        The black ants walking inline on the bridge, though tiny you are, your will-power is not doubtful there
•        And we pray YOU to impart to us the essence you grasped (Path to School)
•        The sunshine and moonlight make the world happy and bright. Thus man  cannot survive nor a happy life live, unless affection and love, the life blood and warmth reciprocates when emotionally stirred (Love)


Jayasooriya’s appropriate drawings also adorn the pages. 

Reading his poems you will, I am sure, have your own interpretations.

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