Poem
Gagan Gill
She Will Come Back In Her Body
She will desire him like sinShe will desire him like virtue
In some unknown place
In an unknown room
She will make love to him in her thoughts
As though, uninvited,
for no reason, she has gone there
walking in her sleep
As though for centuries she’s been sitting
At that place within herself
Where nightmares lie in wait
For desires to go mad
She will desire him
Like a kind of dream
That, only with open eyes
She has always seen
As though he were a shoulder
For some barren cry
As though loving were a curse
Were an endless wailing
Or an incoherent monologue
She will desire him
As though he
Were some incurable disease
As though he were
Something to be lifted
Like a sorcerer’s curse
She will desire him
Like Sin
Like virtue
And come back in her body
Like a hidden wound.
© Translation: 1993, Mrinal Pande and Arlene Zide
From: In Their Own Voice: The Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women Poets
Publisher: Penguin India, New Delhi, 1993
From: In Their Own Voice: The Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women Poets
Publisher: Penguin India, New Delhi, 1993
SHE WILL COME BACK IN HER BODY
© 1989, Gagan Gill
From: Vah Apani Deh Mein Laut Jayegi
Publisher: Rajkamal Prakashan, New Delhi
From: Vah Apani Deh Mein Laut Jayegi
Publisher: Rajkamal Prakashan, New Delhi
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She Will Come Back In Her Body
She will desire him like sinShe will desire him like virtue
In some unknown place
In an unknown room
She will make love to him in her thoughts
As though, uninvited,
for no reason, she has gone there
walking in her sleep
As though for centuries she’s been sitting
At that place within herself
Where nightmares lie in wait
For desires to go mad
She will desire him
Like a kind of dream
That, only with open eyes
She has always seen
As though he were a shoulder
For some barren cry
As though loving were a curse
Were an endless wailing
Or an incoherent monologue
She will desire him
As though he
Were some incurable disease
As though he were
Something to be lifted
Like a sorcerer’s curse
She will desire him
Like Sin
Like virtue
And come back in her body
Like a hidden wound.
© 1993, Mrinal Pande and Arlene Zide
From: In Their Own Voice: The Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women Poets
Publisher: 1993, Penguin India, New Delhi
From: In Their Own Voice: The Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women Poets
Publisher: 1993, Penguin India, New Delhi
She Will Come Back In Her Body
She will desire him like sinShe will desire him like virtue
In some unknown place
In an unknown room
She will make love to him in her thoughts
As though, uninvited,
for no reason, she has gone there
walking in her sleep
As though for centuries she’s been sitting
At that place within herself
Where nightmares lie in wait
For desires to go mad
She will desire him
Like a kind of dream
That, only with open eyes
She has always seen
As though he were a shoulder
For some barren cry
As though loving were a curse
Were an endless wailing
Or an incoherent monologue
She will desire him
As though he
Were some incurable disease
As though he were
Something to be lifted
Like a sorcerer’s curse
She will desire him
Like Sin
Like virtue
And come back in her body
Like a hidden wound.
© 1993, Mrinal Pande and Arlene Zide
From: In Their Own Voice: The Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women Poets
Publisher: 1993, Penguin India, New Delhi
From: In Their Own Voice: The Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women Poets
Publisher: 1993, Penguin India, New Delhi
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