Poetry International Poetry International
Gedicht

Joy Goswami

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

A dream-dead peacock, moon
light on its skin

A prickly-pear
room on the roof

Dried and ancient
the thorn-pierced bodies of birds

The susurrus of winds,
notes, calls in their throats

The dead peacock stands –
aglitter with fireflies

Hanging from its shackle the moon,
a pendulum, swaying

black trees, melting away
houses of brick and stone

The dream-dead peacock,
its clear eyes, open

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

Joy  Goswami

Joy Goswami

(India, 1954)

Landen

Ontdek andere dichters en gedichten uit India

Gedichten Dichters

Talen

Ontdek andere dichters en gedichten in het Bengalees

Gedichten Dichters
Close

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

A dream-dead peacock, moon
light on its skin

A prickly-pear
room on the roof

Dried and ancient
the thorn-pierced bodies of birds

The susurrus of winds,
notes, calls in their throats

The dead peacock stands –
aglitter with fireflies

Hanging from its shackle the moon,
a pendulum, swaying

black trees, melting away
houses of brick and stone

The dream-dead peacock,
its clear eyes, open
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère