Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
The world is full of speech unheralded
Each creature, each thing, fashions
Words not said, nor heard
Mankind, beast, flower, fish, atom cell
On the avenue, in the city’s
Fields of streets
A language of secrets unscrolls
Rich in the grammar of love
Pure as an infant’s theology
I sense it in this room when
Your beauty navigates this space
By osmosis
When your seaweed hair announces
Itself as a sacrament
I sense it on the days of
Longing, when this trill and utterance
And weave, this eloquence beyond the
Exultations of art, beyond the scribbles
And bankrupt narratives, blesses and
Bathes me, drowning the pornographic
Stutter of a center that devours its young.
Speak me as I speak you,
And not only you, my beloved,
But all of you who are my beloved
This speech without speaking, this
Covenant and testament
As the measure, the love of
All the invisible and real
Sometimes am I blessed
By such tongue, to move through the
Interstices of being and put
My head on the twin laps of
Pain and pleasure in
Whose hymns I
Taste death, that passage
Out of life into life
Where in a vast hall
New music plays, and each one of
Us, from particle of dust to deity,
Is a scale of ancient lore
Read me read you
Speak me then as I speak you
As notes for a song
Between speech and nonspeech
Between a living that is a dying
And a dying that is a living
Make me a part of your speech
An act looking for silence and utterance
An O lodged in the mouth of a mute god
From Museum of Absences