Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
the timberline is all driftwood
floating in from the millennium
the bogs search for pleasures
that only a mother could provide
I’m a few feathers and a clock face
the presence of clasped hands in the tree
of a fist succeeding in the democratic air
each of my wings is a district that knows of no other
I’m carried along by the suspension of disbelief
holy holy holy
it’s silent and dark and the shadows are rising
the spirits of bears lift the trees
mice follow me into the air.
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