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THE HEAT PRISES OPEN MY EYES. PUSHING AWAY A LAYER

The heat prises open my eyes. Pushing away a layer
of sand I emerge. No ice on the mountains
the trees standing sticks of wood
the city black iron brick heap of concrete mud

the sun a giant wheel scattering pale and yellow
After one billion years, the sky is finished
all its fuel burned up and gone.

I stand on the sea of sand, my hands folded
I invoke the sky, come down on me,
– smear my forehead with your ashen sun!

© Translation: 2005, Sampurna Chattarji

THE HEAT PRISES OPEN MY EYES. PUSHING AWAY A LAYER

© 1999, Joy Goswami
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata

Joy Goswami

Joy Goswami

Joy Goswami is regarded as one of the finest poets in the ‘post-Jibananda Das era’ of Bengali poetry. He is the author of twenty-five collections of poetry, ten novels (one of which is in verse), and a book of critical essays. He is also assistant editor of the important literary periodical, Desh, and is in charge of the poetry section. Stylistically innovative, sensuous and imagistic, his poet...

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MA COMES AND STANDS

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

A MOUND OF EARTH A HEART

WARS MARCH INTO THE PAST

THEY ARE THE ASHEN ONES. THEY ARE THE EXTINGUISHED.

THERE’S A BRIDGE ON THE ROAD – NO WATER – JUST SAND

THE HEAT PRISES OPEN MY EYES. PUSHING AWAY A LAYER

OUT THE HULL OF THE BOAT FALLS THE SCULL

ON THE ROOF A SENSELESS CHILD. GROWING LONG

I HAVE BROUGHT THE SACRIFICIAL GOAT

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THE HEAT PRISES OPEN MY EYES. PUSHING AWAY A LAYER

The heat prises open my eyes. Pushing away a layer
of sand I emerge. No ice on the mountains
the trees standing sticks of wood
the city black iron brick heap of concrete mud

the sun a giant wheel scattering pale and yellow
After one billion years, the sky is finished
all its fuel burned up and gone.

I stand on the sea of sand, my hands folded
I invoke the sky, come down on me,
– smear my forehead with your ashen sun!

© 2005, Sampurna Chattarji
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai

THE HEAT PRISES OPEN MY EYES. PUSHING AWAY A LAYER

The heat prises open my eyes. Pushing away a layer
of sand I emerge. No ice on the mountains
the trees standing sticks of wood
the city black iron brick heap of concrete mud

the sun a giant wheel scattering pale and yellow
After one billion years, the sky is finished
all its fuel burned up and gone.

I stand on the sea of sand, my hands folded
I invoke the sky, come down on me,
– smear my forehead with your ashen sun!

© 2005, Sampurna Chattarji

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