Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Tuesday poem #239 : Biswamit Dwibedy : After Noon

light of recognition
reflected aimlessly                  
his body along
will hover.

As now you will
say: Can I?
Let Me. Be Mine.
And the Many
in the forest turn concrete. Your breath
a staggering plateau. The delicate marriage
of bones.

An oar unraveled
Whatever rippled
roughly shaped like
another orbit

similarities we must reclaim.

An I on the other side
the other hand, awakens               
architecture. like mica
inside the eyes.     

 Wheat, dirt
elongated seasons.

That move, so assured.

Biswamit Dwibedy is the author of Ozalid (1913 Press, 2010), Eirik’s Ocean (Portable Press, 2016) and Ancient Guest (HarperCollins, 2017).  He guest-edited a dossier of Indian poetry for Aufgabe13, published by Litmus Press, and edits Anew Print, a small-press focused on translations from India. He was also a judge for the Best Translated Book Award in 2015. He has an MFA in writing from Bard College and teaches in Bangalore.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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