Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
I saw a bird at sundown, perched
atop the burned redwood, where limbs
fell away, leaving sole étude
point of trunk, reservoir
unspooling
Yarn that tangles song, hook
in Urdu is pucker, string of notes
to catch signature loop of a raga
making lips akin to hands, grabbing
meaning by the throat, tap
root to tongue earth
I wonder if she can sense tree pulse
barely perceptible continuous hum
of rhizome lungs underneath
Ustad said everything has a note
all that is needed is to train
ears to flower
The songs gypsy night
winds in her hair, taking
her own time
to feed hunger, waiting
until I have leaned my plate
clean as a mirror, ready to picture
the world, her endless music
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