Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
(for Kamala Das)
You pulled weeds from underground
unpleated the years in poems, peeled yourself
as an onion wanting the naked center
your poems rode fierce chariots
clattering under a granite tradition
your womb like a chakka pazam teeming with
achenes of desires. Harbinger trumpet pen.
You knew
women are fields filled with seeds
sowed with a mother’s latent vengeance
a father’s blind eye
a husband’s need, a woman’s stories.
How then why then when then
the pilgrimage of disrobing to black-shrouded body
how did you slip through the crevices in your story?