Tag: poetry

  • Booklove: Seamus Heaney – The Singer’s House

    Booklove: Seamus Heaney – The Singer’s House

    (Published in the Business Standard, September 3, 2013) The day Seamus Heaney died, a small, astonishing thing happened. Poetry, this secret so many of us readers had hugged to ourselves, the stuff we reached for in the dim watches of the night, that took us through “the dark years” as the writer Teju Cole says, […]

  • Lost and found

    Lost and found

    (Disclaimer: I am not a poet and don’t write poems. This was an accident from 2006; Peter Griffin reminded me yesterday of its existence. It does not scan, and it has ellipses, but it was written when Pete sent several of us James Tate’s Dream On. Keeping it here as a reminder that even bad […]

  • Journal: Letter in November, Sylvia Plath

    ‘Letter in November’, by Sylvia Plath Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat’s tail Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses; babies hair. There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions […]

  • Journal: Poems for November, Han Shan

    From the Cold Mountain poems, translated by Gary Snyder Cold Mountain is a house Without beams or walls. The six doors left and right are open The hall is sky blue. The rooms all vacant and vague The east wall beats on the west wall At the center nothing. Borrowers don’t bother me In the […]

  • The Books Column: "Poems good enough to eat": Adrienne Rich

    (Published in the Business Standard, April 2012. Rich was the first poet I read who gave me a blueprint for how to live, allowing me–and so many other women–to imagine what our lives could be, if we were willing to take them out of their steel dabbas and Tupperware containers.) “Adrienne Cecil Rich,” wrote Sylvia […]

  • Journal: Poems for January, Roque Dalton

    Like You Roque Dalton (translated by Jack Hirschman) Like you I love love, life, the sweet smell of things, the sky- blue landscape of January days. And my blood boils up and I laugh through eyes that have known the buds of tears. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is […]

  • Speaking Volumes: A quartet of poets

    (Published in the Business Standard, June 20, 2011; one of the last mainstream papers left in India where you can send in an 800-word column on poetry and not be told to go write about Chetan Bhagat.) No one could claim that poetry is dead in India; the closest we can come is the lament […]