Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
This summer I can sing
the songs of the caged warrior
singing to the rough anonymity of trees,
and here, on these branches
I can leave the shell of my armour
like the shells of forgotten words
recalling everything we once knew.
Time— what is it?
It is the symbol of a man who loved cloud and mist,
distributing songs.
Time— what does it matter?
We made flowers and sunlight
and bracelets of train
distributing songs.
Now I can sing the bright, crackling words
in the memory of songs
begging forgiveness of butterflies,
and beauty that we destroyed in our hunt for life.
This summer
Time— slanting across the land,
Time will tell what it means
loving from a distance.
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