Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Ten or twelve brahmachari boys in white
pound forward on the bridge
which doesn’t creak or break or shake.
Below, on the river-road,
a sharp-cornered mirror and spoons float
from the corner the garbageman sleeps in.
The boys grasping onto the bridge railing
dip their toes into the muddy water,
now and then pushing the whole foot in
and turning their cloth dark.
When this flood settles
who knows what the street’s furniture will arrange itself into.
Where a plate may fall, and where the ladle.