Poem
Dilip Chitre
The Rains
Through her blood’s lightly layeredHazy darkness
Lightning flashes out branches of my being
When, through intoxicated wet leaves,
The sudden stirring that’s the month of Ashadha
Passes tenderly like a slight shiver.
And there remains
Only she
Of the trees, among the trees, for the trees:
Woman smelling of the season.
© Translation: 2008, Dilip Chitre
From: Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems (1954–2008)
Publisher: Poetrywala, Mumbai, 2008
From: Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems (1954–2008)
Publisher: Poetrywala, Mumbai, 2008
THE RAINS
© 1999, Viju Chitre
From: Ekoon Kavita -3
Publisher: Popular Prakashan, Mumbai
From: Ekoon Kavita -3
Publisher: Popular Prakashan, Mumbai
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The Rains
Through her blood’s lightly layeredHazy darkness
Lightning flashes out branches of my being
When, through intoxicated wet leaves,
The sudden stirring that’s the month of Ashadha
Passes tenderly like a slight shiver.
And there remains
Only she
Of the trees, among the trees, for the trees:
Woman smelling of the season.
© 2008, Dilip Chitre
From: Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems (1954–2008)
Publisher: 2008, Poetrywala, Mumbai
From: Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems (1954–2008)
Publisher: 2008, Poetrywala, Mumbai
The Rains
Through her blood’s lightly layeredHazy darkness
Lightning flashes out branches of my being
When, through intoxicated wet leaves,
The sudden stirring that’s the month of Ashadha
Passes tenderly like a slight shiver.
And there remains
Only she
Of the trees, among the trees, for the trees:
Woman smelling of the season.
© 2008, Dilip Chitre
From: Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems (1954–2008)
Publisher: 2008, Poetrywala, Mumbai
From: Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems (1954–2008)
Publisher: 2008, Poetrywala, Mumbai
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