Tuesday poem #239 : Biswamit Dwibedy : After Noon

light of recognition

reflected aimlessly                  

his body along

will hover.

As now you will

say: Can I?

Repeating

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.

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