Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Sister, it’s the day you know the earth’s rising
To touch your waist your wants your wasted smile
But where do you go my danseuse
When the orchids bloom and cows bathe at dawn?
That serpentine hair has seen nights that sighed
For your lover who’s gone to the camps of fatigue
Wearing boot-trotting wilderness in his heart.
Sister, show me your wrist band of silver, oh danseuse
Show me the moon-hung-pendant of the libidinous neck
Show me that move, strike those breasts out of sadness, do.
Sister, it’s the day the paddy is washed before offering
Something about the Flame trees tells us birds are still home
But it’s also the news of someone missing
The brass plate of sesame candies courting ants
Another day at the post office (they know you now).
Oh sister, your arrow-shoot of eyes, your betel-leaf face —
Tell me, who’ll come taste your love your lilt
Your innocent lust?
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