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Jeet Thayil
The Art of Seduction
The Art of Seduction
The Art of Seduction
When the flooding in the basement got worseshe slipped into a silly dress
and danced to The Best of Nirvana.
The way she fell on the divan, her
arms open — The best thing for stress —
you could have been some guy brought home
to read Confessions of an English Opium
Eater louder over Kurt’s guitars,
some guy who would spend the evening
cross-legged on a tatami mat,
listening for the words between the words.
Youth is wasted on the young
and wisdom on the old, you know that,
like the call of a rare, flightless bird.
© 2008, Jeet Thayil
From: These Errors Are Correct
Publisher: Tranquebar (EastWest and Westland), Delhi
From: These Errors Are Correct
Publisher: Tranquebar (EastWest and Westland), Delhi
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The Art of Seduction
When the flooding in the basement got worseshe slipped into a silly dress
and danced to The Best of Nirvana.
The way she fell on the divan, her
arms open — The best thing for stress —
you could have been some guy brought home
to read Confessions of an English Opium
Eater louder over Kurt’s guitars,
some guy who would spend the evening
cross-legged on a tatami mat,
listening for the words between the words.
Youth is wasted on the young
and wisdom on the old, you know that,
like the call of a rare, flightless bird.
From: These Errors Are Correct
The Art of Seduction
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