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Sudesh Mishra
The Rowers
The Rowers
The Rowers
Inclement weather. We’re rowing between two rocksFor a third which is palpable yet unreachable.
We had foreknowledge of this before setting off
From a port with a name too fluttery to pin down.
Before us, the channel sticks out a tongue,
Raw, wildly gangrenous, and vows to steer us
Safely beyond the cape of pulsing knives.
It’s a wasted pledge since our one belief
Is the substance of a doubt, solid, unprisable
As the shell stigmata badging the gunwale,
Signifying the passage of being not time.
So, framed by two rocks, we aim the prow
Towards a third that neither wanes nor grows,
Certain that our reach will exceed our grasp.
© 2008, Sudesh Mishra
From: Over There: Poems from Singapore and Australia
Publisher: Ethos Books, Singapore
From: Over There: Poems from Singapore and Australia
Publisher: Ethos Books, Singapore
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The Rowers
Inclement weather. We’re rowing between two rocksFor a third which is palpable yet unreachable.
We had foreknowledge of this before setting off
From a port with a name too fluttery to pin down.
Before us, the channel sticks out a tongue,
Raw, wildly gangrenous, and vows to steer us
Safely beyond the cape of pulsing knives.
It’s a wasted pledge since our one belief
Is the substance of a doubt, solid, unprisable
As the shell stigmata badging the gunwale,
Signifying the passage of being not time.
So, framed by two rocks, we aim the prow
Towards a third that neither wanes nor grows,
Certain that our reach will exceed our grasp.
From: Over There: Poems from Singapore and Australia
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