Jayanta Mahapatra Poems
|2.||Deaths in Orissa||3/22/2017|
|4.||A Grey Haze Over the Ricefields||3/22/2017|
|5.||Of that Love||3/22/2017|
|7.||A Missing Person -new-||2/15/2018|
|8.||Eine vermisste Person -new-||2/15/2018|
|12.||Deaths in Orissa -new-||2/15/2018|
|13.||Sterben in Orissa -new-||2/15/2018|
|16.||A Grey Haze Over the Ricefields -new-||2/15/2018|
|17.||Of that Love -new-||2/15/2018|
|20.||A Missing Person||3/22/2017|
|24.||Main Temple Street||12/27/2013|
|26.||The Indian Way||12/27/2013|
|27.||Taste For Tomorrow||12/27/2013|
|28.||The Captive Air Of Chandipur-On-Sea||12/27/2013|
|30.||The Moon Moments||12/27/2013|
|31.||A Rain Of Rites||12/27/2013|
|34.||A Summer Poem||12/27/2013|
|36.||Dawn At Puri||12/27/2013|
Comments about Jayanta Mahapatra
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly,
trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his words
sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself.
I saw his white bone thrash his eyes.
I followed him across the sprawling sands,
my mind thumping in the flesh's sling.
Hope lay perhaps in burning the house I lived in.
Silence gripped my sleeves; his body clawed at the froth
his old nets had only dragged up from the seas.
In the flickering dark his lean-to opened like a wound.
The wind ...
A Missing Person