POETRY

PARTING BEFORE DAYBREAK – First the day, then daybreak, and finally the time for parting. Local time in Beijing is 7 o’clock according to the TV. As a child, I liked to lie in bed and wait for daybreak, my silver broach stayed in its soft dormant curve. I counted my fingers, exactly ten. Almost daybreak, but no light in …

Exhibitions of her paintings have been many, but as a poet, she is new to the Indian literary scene. Originally from Kolkata, she to Paris at the age of 21, to paint, major in French literature at the Sorbonne. After nineteen years, she returned to India, to live in the river-laced village of Moira in Goa, where she painted and …

Tishani Doshi – graduated with a master’s degree in creative writing from the Johns Hopkins University – she is an Indian poet, journalist and dancer, and was born in the city of MADRAS in 1975, but currently she lives on a beach, between two fishing villages. Tishani’s debut novel (The pleasure seekers), was shortlisted for the Hindu Literary Prize, and …

BURNT POEMS – I am a half-burnt poem. Yes, you guessed right, a girl’s love poem. Girls’ love poems have seldom escaped fire: father’s fire, brother’s fire, even mother’s, an heirloom. Only some girls half-escape: those half-charred ones, we call Sylvia Plath, Anna Akhmatova or Kamala Das. Some girls, to escape fire, hide their desire under the veil of piety: …

HER SAFE HOUSE – Mother walking up a corridor with a stick, as frail as tissue paper, bunched on a stick. Moving up a corridor inch by inch, a hairball being pushed by a breeze, into her safe house, her sonless kitchen. BOMB SITE SEEN FROM A RAILWAY BRIDGE – As if the broken stumps were a girl’s starved shoulders: …

THE ELEVENTH SONNET TO BEAUTY O ripe bosom white that steadily before mine eyes, so dearly drifts, like the clear reflection, at the source of the Rhine of the purest snow. Ah but your shimmering, o weak eyes doth impair! With chaste milk appear there laden, two silver covers round, on top of both a ruby, which like small apples …

THE SHIP OF FOOLS, INTRODUCTION Knowledge of trouth, prudence, and iust symplicite hath vs clene left. For we set of them no store. Our Fayth is defyled loue, goodnes, and Pyte: honest maners nowe ar reputed of, no more. Lawyers ar lordes, but Justice is rent and tore. Or closed lyke a Monster within dores thre. For without mede, or …

I LIVE UPON THIS WRETCHED SOLITARY CLIFF I live upon this wretched solitary cliff, like a bird of sorrow that shuns green, branches and clear water: And withdraw, from my worldly loves, and my very self, so my thoughts may fly swiftly to that sun, I worship and adore. And though they fail, to spread their wings as I wish, …

LOVE, I THANK YOU For all my pain and torment, and I’m content, for every sorrow. I’m content for all I’ve suffered, Lord, in your lovely kingdom: For, without merit, by your mercy, so great a pledge you’ve granted me, since you’ve made me worthy, of a smile so blessed, my heart it’s carried, to Heaven above. I thank you, …

I HAVE PLACED MY HEART I have placed my heart in God’s service, so that I might ascend to Heaven, to the holy place where I have heard, there’s always laughter, joy and fun: I’d not want to go without my Lady, of the clear brow, and golden hair, without her I could never be happy, separated from my Lady …