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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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Thursday, 7 October 2010

Flowers in the mirror,

A light smoke for your soul,
Tell me, where is my burnt town?
And where, the bag of pink feathers?




2 comments:

T. Mukherjee said...

The bag lies beside a busy lane
Long soaked in the rain
And then, sun-dried, sun-burnt
It heads for a stampede.

ranadev said...

a real poet