Category Archives: Vikram Seth

Poem – Last Night 

Posted on December 6, 2016 by

Last night your faded memory came to me As in the wilderness spring comes quietly, As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze, As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace [Original: Urdu, Translated by: Faiz Ahmed Faiz]  Advertisements

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Poem – All You Who Sleep Tonight

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All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right And emptiness above – Know that you aren’t alone The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some … Continue reading →

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Poem – Interpretation 

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Somewhere within your loving look I sense, Without the least intention to deceive, Without suspicion, without evidence, Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave. 

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Poem – Unclaimed 

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To make love with a stranger is the best. There is no riddle and there is no test. — To lie and love, not aching to make sense Of this night in the mesh of reference. To touch, unclaimed by … Continue reading →

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Poem – Sit 

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Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. You’re twenty-six, and still have some life ahead. No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’ll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead. The world is too opaque, … Continue reading →

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Poem – Across 

Posted on December 5, 2016 by

Across these miles I wish you well. May nothing haunt your heart but sleep. May you not sense what I don’t tell. May you not dream, or doubt, or weep. May what my pen this peaceless day Writes on this … Continue reading →

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Poem – Prandial Plaint

Posted on December 5, 2016 by

My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose. I love your accent and I love your toes. I am your slave. One word, and I obey. But please don’t slurp your morning brew that way. 

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