After your death.It was windy every day.Every day.Opposed us like a wall.We went.Shouting sideways at one another.Along the road.It was useless.The spaces between us.Got hard.They are empty spaces.And yet they are solid.And black and grievous.As gaps between the teeth.Of an… Read More »Apostle Town by Anne Carson
Backlit by their dreams,they sit on three upended wooden crates,outside the entrance of a garageconverted into a restaurant kitchen;elbows on knees,bare-chested above their shorts,hunched over potatoesrotating slowly in their hands,and the dark side of each one’s mindfaintly visible inthe reflected… Read More »The Potato Peelers by Arun Kolatkar
the cockeyed shah of iran watches the cakedecompose carefully in a cracked showcase;distracted only by a fly on the makeas it finds in a loafer’s wrist an operational base. dogmatically green and elaborate trees defeatbreeze; the crooked swan begs pardonif… Read More »Irani Restaurant Bombay by Arun Kolatkar
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly,trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his wordssanctified the purpose with which he faced himself.I saw his white bone thrash… Read More »Hunger by Jayanta Mahapatra
Read the poem About the poet Arun Balkrishna Kolatkar was an Indian poet who wrote both in Marathi and English. His poems are known for expressing the humour in everyday life. His first collection of English poetry, Jejuri won commonwealth Poetry Prize… Read More »Biograph by Arun Kolatkar summary & analysis
Women Beware Women is a remarkable play written by Thomas Middleton which is divided into five acts. in his play, Middleton uses a very interesting scene of chess game which plays a very significant role in the plot of the… Read More »Significance of the Chess game scene in Thomas Middleton’s ‘Women Beware Women’
Over the soughing of the sombre windpriests chant louder than ever;the mouth of India opens. Crocodiles move into deeper waters. Mornings of heated middenssmoke under the sun. The good wifelies in my bedthrough the long afternoon;dreaming still, unexhaustedby the deep… Read More »The Indian Summer by Jayanta Mahapatra
Really what keeps us apartat the end of years is unsharedchildhood. You cannot, for instance,meet my father. He is some yearsdead. Neither can I meet yours:he has lately lost his temperand mellowed. In the transverse midnight gossipof cousins’ reunions amongbrandy… Read More »Love Poem for a Wife – A. K. Ramanujan
THE hollow winds of night no moreIn wild, unequal cadence pour,On musing fancy’s wakeful ear,The groan of agony severeFrom yon dark vessel, which containsThe wretch new bound in hopeless chains!Whose soul with keener anguish bleeds,As AFRIC’S less’ning shore recedes —No… Read More »‘On the Bill which was passed in England for Regulating the Slave Trade; A short time before its Abolition’ poem by Helen Maria Williams
Knotting the cord, the midwife said,It’s a boy, it’s a boy, it’s a boy.Piercing an earlobe, the goldsmith said,Two bucks, just two bucks. Syringe in hand, the nurse said,It’s not gonna hurt, not a bit.Measuring my dick, Baban said,Mine’s bigger,… Read More »Biograph (poem) by Arun Kolatkar
