Last Night I Dreamt- Nasaria Suckoo Chollette
Poem -blogpost by Dhanu Last night I dreamt of Mama's houseBut mama wasn't thereStill her essence wafted throughAs carried on the airHer windows they were pushed up highHer curtains blowing…
Stone-People from Lungterok- Temsula Ao
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu Lungterok,The six stonesWhere the progenitorsAnd forebearsOf the stone-peopleWere bornOut of the wombOf the earth.Stone-people,The poetic and politicBarbaric and balladicFinders of waterFinders of waterAnd fighters of fire.Stone-people,The…
Sister – Saratchand Thiyam
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu The rain has not let upDon't go out yet, sisterIts only a semblance of afternoon.After it decided to live inWith night, its paramourThis is no longer…
I Find No Peace- Sir Thomas Wyatt
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu I find no peace, and all my war is done.I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.I fly above the wind, yet can I…
Ode to Evening -William Collins
Blogpost by Dhanu If aught of oaten stop, or past'ral song,May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,Like thy own solemn springs,Thy springs and dying gales,O nymph reserved, while…
Daddy -Sylvia Plath
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to…
Purdah (1) – Imtiaz Dharker
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu One day they saidshe was old enough to learn some shame.She found it came quite naturally.Purdah is a kind of safety.The body finds a place to…
Blessing- Imtiaz Dharker
Poem-Blogpost by Dhanu The skin cracks like a pod.There never is enough water.Imagine the drip of it,the small splash, echoin a tin mug,the voice of a kindly god.Sometimes, the sudden…
The Arrival of the Bee Box- Sylvia Plath
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu I ordered this, clean wood boxSquare as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.I would say it was the coffin of a midgetOr a square…
Green Rain -Dorothy Livesay
Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu I remember long veils of green rainFeatured like the shawl of my grandmother-Green from the half-green of the spring treesWaving in the valley.I remember the roadLike…
