Daily Archives: July 1, 2015

Poem – River – Yuyutsu Sharma

Between your marble  shoulders and my hairy chest  the river roaring,  tears, tears, tears…  Between your mellowing  mouth and my scented tongue  a night of flames  and flesh, flesh, flesh …  Between your hefty thighs  and my throbbing hands  clouds … Continue reading

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Poem – Mules – Yuyutsu Sharma

On the great Tibetan  salt route they meet me again  old forsaken friends…  On their faces  fatigue of a drunken sleep  their lives worn out,  their legs twisted, shaking  from carrying  illustrious flags of bleeding ascents.  Age long bells clinging  … Continue reading

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Poem – Glacier – Yuyutsu Sharma

A hope  that someday I shall sprout  like a tree  on the edge of a remote hillside.  A hope  someday a Queen-of-the-Night  shall bloom in my chest  and suck all the smoke  I have inhaled  in these malignant cities.  A … Continue reading

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Poem – “Nature” Is What We See – Emily Dickinson

668  “Nature” is what we see—  The Hill—the Afternoon—  Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—  Nay—Nature is Heaven—  Nature is what we hear—  The Bobolink—the Sea—  Thunder—the Cricket—  Nay—Nature is Harmony—  Nature is what we know—  Yet have no art to say—  So … Continue reading

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Poem – “Heaven”—Is What I Cannot Reach! – Emily Dickinson  

239  “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach!  The Apple on the Tree—  Provided it do hopeless—hang—  That—”Heaven” is—to Me!  The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—  The interdicted Land—  Behind the Hill—the House behind—  There—Paradise—is found!  Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—  The credulous—decoy—  Enamored—of … Continue reading

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Poem – “Heaven” Has Different Signs&Mdash, To Me – Emily Dickinson 

575  “Heaven” has different Signs—to me—  Sometimes, I think that Noon  Is but a symbol of the Place—  And when again, at Dawn,  A mighty look runs round the World  And settles in the Hills—  An Awe if it should … Continue reading

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Poem – “Faith” is a fine invention – Emily Dickinson 

185  “Faith” is a fine invention  When Gentlemen can see—  But Microscopes are prudent  In an Emergency.

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