Thursday, March 21, 2013

THE DOOR


This thing
wakes me like a hand.

Grass waits

and rock
takes the wind's place.

Huge door
drifting
with feet of light,

my eyes
quietly open
before the night's.

-- Jayanta Mahapatra

(From "The False Start" )
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 26, 2013 at 2:56 AM

    Thank you for introducing me to Jayanta Mahapatra! :)

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  2. BhaswatiMarch 29, 2013 at 1:01 PM

    Lovely. Thanks for sharing this gem of a poem, Anand.

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    1. Anand VishwanadhaMarch 30, 2013 at 1:30 AM

      Glad that you liked this poem Bhaswati; its a very "different" Jayanta Mahapatra poem -- short, minimalist to the point of being bare and (yet) surreal as most of his oeuvre. Sometimes I wish he had written more of these short poems as well, but then he is a master of the long "musingly narrative" (and searingly personal) poems such as Relationship.

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