Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Leaves renew themselves across branches and the years,
meaning they are always there;
leaves renew themselves among barbet song
and the early morning sun.
Who was that Greek philosopher who said
the Earth,
it was never created, it was always there?
So are leaves and babblers;
and at the year’s evening, or vesper-time,
as old poets called it,
the air itself turns yellow as twilight
and the leaves underfoot
like a conquered people’s language
develop their own undertone
and slang till the final one-time crunch.
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