Vikram Seth Poems

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
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Once upon a time a frog
Croaked away in Bingle Bog
Every night from dusk to dawn
He croaked awn and awn and awn
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After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wept and tempers shattered
And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
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Sunday night in the house.
The blinds drawn, the phone dead.
The sound of the kettle, the rain.
Supper: cheese, celery, bread.
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To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
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Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me
Not ache with inconsistent tenderness.
It was untenable delight; we are free--
Separate, equal--and if loverless,
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Since for me now you have no warmth to spare
I sense I must adopt a sane and spare

Philosophy to ease a restless state
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What can I say to you? How can I retract
All that that fool my voice has spoken -
Now that the facts are plain, the placid surface cracked,
The protocols of friendship broken?
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I will be easy company; the blur
Of what I longed for once will fade to space.
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