Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Verse 6 small minded Buddhists and the weak headed sworn to other sects lurch in lies stumble in desiccated faiths stutter vacant words their systems worthless while i grown in glory shed by Sivan’s sight even the shine even the … Continue reading
Verse 1 Of the five kinds of sleep we know not much but this dreaming life we lead with eyes open is the one from which we must awaken So Manikkavacagar sings in this Song of Awakening, Thiruvempavai each … Continue reading
The Cloud, lines 66-95 priya says மறைபொருள் maraiporul:shot-silk sheen of veiled words— the mysteries mystics muddle us in— signalling there’s more to seek and the path is solitary below the song’s shimmer see its second face pale as rain … Continue reading
Priya Sarukkai Chabria is an award-winning poet, writer, translator and curator of eleven books that include four poetry collections, two SF novels, translations from Classical Tamil, literary nonfiction, a novel, and edited two poetry anthologies Winner, Muse India Translation Prize, … Continue reading
The 8th century Tamil bhakti poet Manikkavacagar (meaning, ‘whose words are rubies’; also called Manikavasagar) along with Appar, Sundarar and Sambandar are called samayak kuravar / ‘The Four Saints’ of Tamil Nadu who were chiefly responsible for reviving Saivism in … Continue reading
Are you moving out into the night? Come on, leave large things to themselves. Treat yourself to the small; night will not untilt itself for us, leave Ursa Minor where it is, glowing like a Christmas tree. We have flushed … Continue reading
‘I am no good now, don’t wish to hang on any more, if a street straggles to its end there’s nothing more to it. No one sees endings, there are no walls, sorrow lines, just landscapes outside that shrink into … Continue reading
I have lived with wars, though they raged outside of me: missed the great one by thirty years, never saw rats in trenches, though I got immersed in poetry and the tanks as they fenced with barbed wire. I remember … Continue reading
If there were a practicing goddess of peace she would have celebrated the judgement of the Five. The trouble is, goddesses of peace are hard to find; gods of war are a-plenty. Is mythology also arraigned against genuine peace (as … Continue reading
He hasn’t got anything done today, he’s in a daze at this dust-and-amber moment. His eyes smart at the surface glaze of the blueprints, paper crackling like parchment or a shoulder shorn away. At his office window twilight through the … Continue reading
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