Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

We try our poetry daily
Under the pale sky
With fluffy clouds
And silver-lined streams.
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We are creatures of night and poetry
We stand here on the brink of the night.
On the other side we hear this green oil
That is leaking, dropp by drop, into the sea
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He has grown hard in New England
Growing things from them stones.
Because God is hard and lonesome
While them kids are soft and easy.
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river noise and river silence
swept by leaning trees and rocks
carry ashes of our living since dead
rice balls are carried in rapid water
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Here we talk on the peak, about the peak
And some times walk gloriously on the peak
In summer our performance peaks in the peak
As tiny white lights glitter through the dark
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Evening rain glistens on the road
As bread is bought and bananas are
Turned over for ripeness and less ripeness.
The rain is dancing on the car roof;
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That man in anger thinks he were there
But anger makes him just not there
Because he wants much to hurt you
Not in the stomach but in your upper.
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The moon fluttered atop God’s flagpole
A thousand oil lamps smelling God
Scattered birds in the tree’s darkness.
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In the rock lay my lovely child-God
Who was born today morning.
There is this saffron-robed monk
Under the folds of water in the rock
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This Friday should surely be good
Topped up by an evening hair cut
To cleanse fear deep in the follicles
Helped by a fakir* in the head-cloth.
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