A Sedgeland in Bloom

I WANDER by the edgeOf this desolate lakeWhere wind cries in the sedge: Thus starts the opening stanza of William Butler Yeats’s poem, “He Hears the Cry Of The Sedge.” Though the lines carry a melancholic note, sedgelands have a wild and wayward beauty, particularly when in bloom.  Now why would the poet use the …

When Words Fail, Pictures Speak

A few sceptics may ask ; what’s the point in tending to a marsh, why waste precious time and resources on a piece of wasteland.  The answer lies in the couple of pictures of a well which draws water from the Yedapalli Marsh near Coonoor, and they speak for themselves. The first shows the well …

Monsoon Flowering at the Yedapalli Marsh

The words swamp, marsh and bog, often brings to the mind, a detestable picture of a fetid morass with a vast collection of dead and decaying vegetable matter that generate miasma ; fit accommodation only for leeches and other slimy creatures, hordes of pestilential and venomous insects, and of course quartana malaria and brain fevers.This …