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Joy Goswami
ON THE ROOF A SENSELESS CHILD. GROWING LONG
On the roof a senseless child. Growing longits neck goes off to drink
from a faraway pond.
On the forest road from time to time the harpy calls, hypnotic.
Walking on the cloudpath around midnight,
a skeleton salesman hawking:
Curd, fresh curd . . . I think
The senseless child on the roof,
with its rockhard thirst, I keep it company,
I bring my mouth to the pond and drink –
not water but blood – I drink . . .
© Translation: 2005, Sampurna Chattarji
ON THE ROOF A SENSELESS CHILD. GROWING LONG
© 1999, Joy Goswami
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata
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ON THE ROOF A SENSELESS CHILD. GROWING LONG
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
ON THE ROOF A SENSELESS CHILD. GROWING LONG
On the roof a senseless child. Growing longits neck goes off to drink
from a faraway pond.
On the forest road from time to time the harpy calls, hypnotic.
Walking on the cloudpath around midnight,
a skeleton salesman hawking:
Curd, fresh curd . . . I think
The senseless child on the roof,
with its rockhard thirst, I keep it company,
I bring my mouth to the pond and drink –
not water but blood – I drink . . .
© 2005, Sampurna Chattarji
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