Monthly Archives: March 2017

Poem – Sonnet 

The way the world is not Astonished at you It doesn’t blink a leaf When we step from the house Leads me to think That beauty is natural, unremarkable And not to be spoken of Except in the course of … Continue reading

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Poem  –  Chicago 

‘My age, my beast!’ – Osip Mandelstam  On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind The light drifts like dust over faces We wear masks on our genitals You’ve heard of lighting cigarettes with banknotes we used to … Continue reading

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Poem – Poem to Poetry 

Poetry, you are an electric, a magic, field–like the space between a sleepwalker’s outheld arms! 

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Poem – Picture 

Meadow of matchsticks, soon to be rekindled by Spring the incendiary. The exact flame of your blossoms will ignite the passions happily sapped by time– Dripdrop their excess went and now miners’ hats light up like love before your vein, … Continue reading

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Birsi Birsi – Madhav Prasad Ghimire

लीला माइतका भुलेर घरका धन्दा तिमीले गर्यो आमाको ममता भुलेर कसरी माया मलाई गर्यो छातीबाट झिकेर प्राणसरिका छोरी मलाई दियौ हेरी आखिर घाटबाट रसिला आँखा ममा चिम्लियौ ‘ख्वै छोरीहरु छन् कता, म त गएँ, ख्वै माइती छन् कहाँ ! प्यारा … Continue reading

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Lagdachha Malai Ramailo – Madhav Prasad Ghimire

लाग्दछ मलाई रमाइलो मेरै पाखा पखेरो हिमालचुली मन्तिर पानी भर्ने पँधेरो लेकै हेर्यौ लाली गुराँस बेंसी हेर्यो प्याउली पिरती बास्ने परेवा बिरह बोल्ने न्याउली हिमाल छुन्छ बेलुकी सप्तर्षिको ताँतीले जुनेली रात बिताउँछु गाउँदा गाउँदै साथीले सम्झन्छु म हिउँचुली आँसुको ढिका … Continue reading

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Poem – Man of the House

It was a misunderstanding. I got into bed, made love with the woman I found there, called her honey, mowed the lawn, had three children, painted the house twice, fixed the furnace, overcame an addiction to blue pills, read Spinoza … Continue reading

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