when you laugh
it is like rain on parched soil
long after you leave
I waft in the aroma
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9 Comments:
brill!
excellent!
Very nice. Reminded me of WS Merwin's 'Separation':
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Welcome back - and you sure came back with a bang. Thatw as beautiful! And that was a long hiatus!
Anon - Thanks for posting that verse - damn nice!
Somehow "I waft in the aroma" seems incorrect - the aroma, I would think, wafts, not the person - is this poetic license of sorts?
Somehow "I waft in the aroma" seems incorrect - the aroma, I would think, wafts, not the person - is this poetic license of sorts?
Thank you dear friends for noticing my absence in this roiling effervescence that is Caferati... yes I had dropped out for a few weeks - was working on my book The Unsevered Tongue (এখনও জিশ্বা অটুট), a bilingual text of translations from Bengali women poets. Anyhow it's off to the printer now, so I am back. Check out this page for some samples:
http://www.cse.iitk.ac.in/~amit/other/ut-sample.html
i wish i was the faint vapor arising from parched lands and your poetic self inhaling me...
what a montage? Great
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