Oh the Poetry of Life!

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Ola, Let's see the poems that you read. And reread. And again because they somehow spoke to you. Here is one I've read and enjoyed countless times. What Came to Me -by Jane Kenyon I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before. dyam, I feel like crying every time I finish this poem. mG.

mindGames

Jul 6, 2004 4:16 PM · 60,783 views

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tired Feb 20, 2005 1:28 AM

The "Paagal" above is really great! Wow!

So, here is an attempt at translating one of Bhupi Sherchan's shorter works: Mero Chowk


my yard ? A Translation

in a narrow alley is my yard.
what isn?t here? everything is.
countless disease,
endless hunger,
boundless grief,
only bliss is absent,
there?s a ban on it.
in a narrow alley is my yard.
what isn?t here? everything is.
in this yard of mine
god-made men and
man-made gods
both live.
but both are dejected.
both are frustrated.
men are dejected
because they are
tortured by fleas all-night-long
tortured by monies all-day-long
and the gods are frustrated
because
no one worships them, no one respects them
so, in this yard
gods and men
blaming each other
curse their luck together
in a narrow alley is my yard.
what isn?t here? everything is.

GurL_Interrupted Feb 22, 2005 11:29 PM

"The waves of reality
dashed against the rocks
breaking into a million droplets of illusion
A lonely trail of footprints
is all that is left.
They are mine.
I have walked upon this naked beach
melting my pain with the evening sun,
sharing my dreams with stars.

Today I stand alone
without beliefs.
I have lost all that I waited for
My hands have a bit of the wet sand;
along with some sea shells
They are all that is left behind.
The old light house is the only witness
of my silent prayers and hidden fears."