A. Anupama
A rain like this slicks new leaves with a new, rapt memory. Do we call it memory when it is dripping onto our umbrellas? No, not until we recall participating in it. Really, we are indistinguishable from rain in memories. In my poetic practice this month, I've been reflecting on memory and forgetting, and the…
Startled from a swollen seedpod, they look up. We look up. Call it hope. A gesture captures attention far faster than an image. When a peace lily growing next to my kitchen window taps my friend on her shoulder as she’s getting a cup of punch, it’s like a poem just slapped my face. Call…
You have to listen to the rain. It’s the least foolish voice. Click to view film clip on YouTube That’s Ravi Shankar playing the sound of rain in this film clip from Satyajit Ray’s 1955 film Pather Panchali. And the drenched duo -- the sweet-faced brother and sister -- are free spirits stubbornly haunting land…
Five years ago, I started over with poetry--- just like this, by writing a poem every day for National Poetry Month.
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