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If man is dust

those who go through the plain

are men



- Apparition, Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger



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Sunday, 15 April 2007

Jazz Ghosts




Jazz Ghosts


The leopard runs
through the city…

the night reveals some of its claws

my soul remembers a corner
where gamblers dealt bullets…

and you dance
like a rebel wife…
in your private chamber

in that dark space
the only light
comes from your spine…

the leopard gets tired
clawing at the walls
in vengeance…

where sleeps the man
who stole his skin?

your skin shakes love and moon…
the gambler’s wound
awakens to your dance

...in a corner of the city
a war breaks
on which way the winds blow…

the leopard leaps in through a window…
and prepares for kill.

6 comments:

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

Vivid, as always.

Anoo. said...

"...and you dance
like a rebel wife…
in your private chamber"

Loved these lines...
this poem is different in terms of its narration... a little experimental, but great work!

Astraeus said...

nice poem liked it

your skin shakes love and moon…
could you explain this line to me by the way

Anushree.. said...

...i feel,the leopard is me....its an abstruse pain that embellishes the poem...luvd it..

Anushree.. said...
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Debs said...

Loved the imagery of the "leopard" and loved that las line too.

Aesomw,as usual