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Instead of asking ' What and Poetry?’ one
should ask 'When and Poetry?’ and/or 'Where, Is and Poetry?
There is a symbiotic relationship between the roles, and with
only one, poetry simply does not happen. The locality, in
time-continuum existence, and transcendence of meaning in poetry
depend on both these agencies. Both are essential components.
Poetry does not know the causes and effects; it is something
that only comes into being when it is written-AND-read. The
reader's function, in the assembling of poetry, is to unlock the
poem the writer has pre-ordained and free it into the
source-pool of the Literature Generalis, the vast body of
collective literature. When a poem is not read it stays what it
was, a germ that infected the brain of the writer. Unread
writers (unwritten readers) are of a leprous kind, infected by
deadly incubations and therefore dangerous.
Rati Saxena
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The lights keep burning out
The lights keep burning out:
first the kitchen, then the living room, now the bedroom.
It's cold and the days are short.
The house wheezes.
I lie in bed by the one good lamp,
unable to read this Sanskrit love poetry,
wondering when you'll come home.
David Austerweil
Stay
close to me
My killer, my cherished, stay close
The moment the night crawls
the black night crawls having drunk the blood of the heavens
Carrying a musk balm, carrying a diamond lancet
arrives mourning laughing, singing
Arrives clinking the crimson anklets of pain
the moment when hearts drowned in bosoms
Begin searching the path of hands hidden in sleeves
in anticipation
Fez Ahmad Fez
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Modernity is not a process to reject
nationality. Instead, every nation who has reached modernity can
protect its national and traditional values to revive its
identity. In the process of unification of nationality and
modernity, new discovery of a nation’s originality and identity
is necessary. However, the unification does not mean to return
to traditions and to become a traditionalist, but to have a
correct and deep understanding of traditions ...
A. Esmailpour
If pain remains for long time, it becomes tranquilizer. The
period for slavery was too long for the Indian continent that
there was a fear of accepting it as the destiny. In spite of
sense of obscurity and helplessness, it took a long time for our
people to believe in freedom as their birthright.
Rati Saxena
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ODE TO A BEAUTIFUL NUDE
With a chaste heart,
with pure eyes,
I celebrate your beauty
holding the leash of blood
so that it might leap out
and trace your outline
where
you lie down in my ode
as in a land of forests, or in surf:
in aromatic loam
or in sea-music.
Pabalo Neruda
all round me are words , and
and words,
they grow on me like leaves, they never
seem to stop their slow growing
from within. but I tell my self, words
are a nuisance, beware of them, they
can be so many things, a
chasm where running feet must pause, to
look, a sea with paralyzing waves,
a blast of burning air or,
a knife most willing to cut your best
Kamla Das
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Flower not flower, mist not mist
Comes by midnight, goes at daybreak
Comes like spring dream, how long to last
Goes like morning clouds, you find it nowhere
Bai Ju `Ii, 772 -846
I am not the mind, nor the intellect, nor an entity,
nor any psyche;
I am not heard, nor tasted, nor smelt, nor seen;
I am not the sky, nor the earth, nor fire, nor air;
I am the joy ringing in eternity! I am Shiva!
I am Shiva !
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I have no fear of death, I have no disparity
of faith;
I have no father, no mother; nor am I born;
I have no relative, I have no friend, no guru ,
no shishya ;
I am the joy ringing in eternity! I am Shiva!
I am Shiva!
Sankara
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