The past was deep.
The fairy lights were black and white.
As if everything was lost in a film scene from the prime time.
CREDO I am; we are A million miles or more from our nearest star. We absorb us, I absolve me,
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decrease,
His tender heir mught bear his memeory:
When Hindus die, the chief pallbearer circles the body seven times before setting it on fire. This is a secularization of that process of mourning through a generous transcreation of the poems of seven dead poets. Let it be read as a long ‘stotra’; each of its seven parts corresponds to each stage of the netherworld that the deceased must traverse.
Dorothy Parker was born on 22 August 1893. As a tribute to this great poet, Thespace.ink features two of her poems as a birth anniversary feature.
I Try to hide behind the dark curtains of indifference/But can’t avoid the loving caress of the dying sun’s rays…
Haiku master Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa was born on 15 June 1763 in Kashiwabara, Shinano Province of Japan.
I seek serenity in his writings. Writes Mousumi Duttaray.
The night is silent; but is it holy?/The night’s freezing, the hour ungodly!/’Tis the hour when evil shapes/slink out of their filthy lair/and flit amongst the shadows
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