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Ajmer Rode
Take My Hands
Take my two handsmake eight feet of them
give them to the spider I
soaked in hot water in
my kitchen sink. Accidentally.
I will hide my arms
in long sleeves, will
finish the last painting with
brush in my teeth
but take my two hands.
If the spider
curls up into
silence, dies,
she will weave her next web
in my soul
will travel with me
through all the lives
eighty four thousand
and more.
© Translation: 1998, Ajmer Rode
From: A Matter of Spirit: An Anthology of Contemporary Canadian Poetry (ed. Dr. Susan McCaslin)
Publisher: Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, 1998
From: A Matter of Spirit: An Anthology of Contemporary Canadian Poetry (ed. Dr. Susan McCaslin)
Publisher: Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, 1998
TAKE MY HANDS
© 1999, Ajmer Rode
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TAKE MY HANDS
From: Leela
Take My Hands
Take my two handsmake eight feet of them
give them to the spider I
soaked in hot water in
my kitchen sink. Accidentally.
I will hide my arms
in long sleeves, will
finish the last painting with
brush in my teeth
but take my two hands.
If the spider
curls up into
silence, dies,
she will weave her next web
in my soul
will travel with me
through all the lives
eighty four thousand
and more.
© 1998, Ajmer Rode
From: A Matter of Spirit: An Anthology of Contemporary Canadian Poetry (ed. Dr. Susan McCaslin)
Publisher: 1998, Ekstasis Editions, Victoria
From: A Matter of Spirit: An Anthology of Contemporary Canadian Poetry (ed. Dr. Susan McCaslin)
Publisher: 1998, Ekstasis Editions, Victoria
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