Tishani Doshi Poems
- The Day We Went To The Sea The day we went to the ...
- The Deliverer The sister here is telling my mother How she ...
- Immigrant's Song Let us not speak of those days when coffee...
- Ode To Drowning This is an ode to be sung in the latest ...
- Ode To The Walking Woman Sit - you must be tired of ...
- Another Man's Woman If we’d lived in another age, I’d have ...
- Open Hands In Nairobi, an albino boy followed me everywhere ...
Tishani Doshi is an Indian poet, journalist and dancer based in Chennai. Born in Madras, India, to a Welsh mother and Gujarati father, she received an Eric Gregory Award in 2001. Her first poetry collection, Countries of the Body, won the 2006 Forward Poetry Prize for best first collection.She has been invited to the poetry galas of the Guardian-sponsored Hay Festival of 2006 and the Cartagena Hay Festival of 2007. Her first novel, The Pleasure Seekers, was published by Bloomsbury in 2010 and was long-listed for the Orange Prize in 2011, and shortlisted for The Hindu Best Fiction Award in 2010.
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The Day We Went To The Sea
The day we went to the sea
mothers in Madras were mining
the Marina for missing children.
Thatch flew in the sky, prisoners
ran free, houses danced like danger
in the wind. I saw a woman hold
the tattered edge of the world
in her hand, look past the temple
which was still standing, as she was —
miraculously whole in the debris of gaudy
South Indian sun. When she moved
her other hand across her brow,
in a single arcing sweep of grace,
it was as if she alone could alter things,
bring us to the wordless safety of our beds.