Poetry
Lal Ded’s Poems in Translation
Arvind Gigoo translates Lal Ded’s poems.
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Siesta Key
Air flavored like Fralinger’s Saltwater Taffy my grandparents sent from up north: vanilla,
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Electric Feel
Is our fear of emptiness a fear of being or non-being? We wake in a house of galaxies
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Contemplative Currents of Remembrance (For My Dad)
Contemplative jazz reveals the intricacies of human hearts without being overly dramatic, or sappy.
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Four poems by Bhaswati Ghosh
Four poems from Bhaswati Ghosh’s collection Nostalgic for a Place Never Seen.
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A Universe Teeming with Life
You drown each taco in a habanero sauce that alarming shade of orange exclusively reserved for traffic
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TRAIN TO BACK BAY
Your terrific postcard—that bloke swinging her / hips high to the harmonica, swindling / p.m. to a.m. My masala and sugar steep between / my thighs.
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Omori’s Law
a boy had become pinned between a screen and a hard place since then I only ever listened with one ear so I could hear it coming
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Uncharmed Aroma
Desire coats the room, his scorching tongue licks her dainty neck. Her wax begins to wither—blistering from an unwavering torch. Too consumed in blazing fervor.
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Your breath thin as wires
Consider a distance measured in black wires or one in buoys, their slow dissonant arcs of red over the water.
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Evolutionary Ecology
I’m letting fish and turtles Swim to the edges of this coastal river
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La Douleur
Ours was a space, gray amoebic and moss-soft.
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River Rock
The last time we met, he read me a line about how life is good though not fair.
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Everybody Leaves
Today, on the broken-tiles of your sleeping house, we are both in the clouds again.
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Coherence
She loved the sound so much, she did all the gutting after that. I enjoyed the feeling of washing the dishes,
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Gulab Jamun
Not a day goes by without the auto horns, Or the political instability, Or chai,
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i think of you often and fondly
it’s not like you’re the one that got away— i let you go, i let you go, i let you go
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Three Poems by Gavrila Derzhavin in Translation
Peter Orte and John Hamel present translations of Derzhavin’s three poems.
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red bean
I spend the forty-five minutes warming up, front-kicking & later getting my back straightened by sabumnim on the hard-wood, eyes
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Hippopotamus Rain
I’ve developed an obsession with unabridged, rambling, disordered lists:
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Zoomorph
He sits cross-legged in the slant- light that cleaves a plane in the cave floor, a line that recedes with the sun
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Finding the Center
Round and brown, he hops amid the spikey chaos of salmon berry, tail upright, body shaking with what one ornithologist called
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Kaleidoscope Girl
“Not even skin that sparkles should be shown, You Lilith. You lady of the night, dancing like no one can see you. Who do you think you are?”
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South Fork Yuba Equinox
And we two are caught once again between the thing and its reflection.