A. Anupama
Poems are just like that. A tiny fawn was dashing around the garden this morning. A new friend in the world, I thought while placing stakes around the daisies, which seem set to bloom next week. Also this morning, the tulip poplar started dropping its sunlight-and-saffron-colored petals from the heights. Now in my heart there…
Saffron mood — Surprise flowers are a good strategy in love. A friend just reminded me of some translations I wrote a while back of Tamil love poetry. Maybe I’ll translate more this spring.
From the eyelashes of the village streets, blue flowers, whose name I don't know. I might make one up. A starling is building her nest on the dormer window above my desk---above my left shoulder when I'm sitting here. I just started reading The Last Usable Hour by Deborah Landau. Her untitled poems are wonderful---no…
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