In Madurai,city of temples and poets,who sang of cities and temples,every summera river dries to a tricklein the sand,baring the sand ribs,straw and women's hairclogging the watergatesat the rusty barsunder the bridges with patchesof repair all ov...
Yet like grandfatherI bathe before the village crowthe dry chlorine watermy only Gangesthe naked Chicago bulba cousin of the Vedic sunslap soap on my backlike fatherand thinkin proverbslike meI wipe myself drywith an
Sears turkish towellike m...
Sears turkish towellike m...
Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists,father's seed and mother's egggathering earth, air, fire, mostly water, into a mulberry mass,moulding calcium,carbon, even gold, magnesium and such, into a chattering self tang...
Images consult one another, a conscience- stricken jury, and come slowly to a sentence
I resemble everyonebut myself, and sometimes seein shop-windows despite the well-knownlaws of optics,the portrait of a stranger,date unknown,often signed in a cornerby my father
When she left me after lunch,
I read for a while
But I suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite
I read for a while
But I suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite
It must come as leaves to a tree or not at all yet it comes sometimes as the black hen with the red round eye on the embroidery stitch by stitch dropped and found again and when it's all there the black hen stares with its round red eye and you're...
