Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Reader, I cannot explain the way I desire to pluck him out and place him in a jar: Suspended, between decay and preservation—oh! Revenge is a pathway leading through a dark forest and there are no lights except where we shine them. I mean, Dearest Reader, that we are in this together. Banging against each other like rocks in a tumbler. And he is an orb, always floating. Always looking this way and that way and never where I desire. He is eyeing a glimmering thing, a gigantic eyeball making eyes. Yes, I understand this metaphor is heavy-handed and dull but I cannot believe he is anything but circular, wandering, looking outward and away. Listen: I am confessing something without confession—without considering the way a giant eyeball sits on the couch beside me, eyeing.
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