Biography of Kaiser Haq
Kaiser Hamidul Haq is a Bangladeshi poet, translator, essayist, critic and academic. Kaiser Haq is one of the few Bangladeshis who excel in creative writings in English.
He is a professor of English at the University of Dhaka.
In the liberation war of Bangladesh, he fought against Pakistani Army "as a freshly commissioned subaltern in command of a company". Haq's poems, mostly written in free verse in standard English and rooted in Bangladeshi life and culture availed him international acknowledgement as "a writer worth noticing".
Kaiser Haq's Works:
Published in the Streets of Dhaka: Collected Poems 1966-2006 (writers.ink, Dhaka, 2007).
The Logopathic Reviewer’s Song and Other Pieces (Aark Arts, London and UPL, Dhaka,2002).
Black Orchid, London: Aark Arts, 1996.
A Happy Farewell, Dhaka: UPL, 1994
Starting Lines, Dhaka, 1978.
A Little Ado, Dhaka, 1978.
Selected Poems of Shamsur Rahman (trans.), Dhaka: BRAC, 1985. (Enlarged edition,Dhaka: Pathak Samabesh, 2008)
Contemporary Indian Poetry (editor), Ohio State University Press, 1990.
Quartet (trans. of R.Tagore’s Chaturanga), Heinemann, U.K., 1993
The Wonders of Vilayet (trans. of the first Indian travel book on Europe), Peepal Tree
Books, Leeds, 2002 (A section, titled ‘Passage to Scotland’, excerpted in The Scotsman). New edition: Delhi, Chroniclebooks, 2007.
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Kaiser Haq Poems
Ode On The Lungi
Grandpa Walt, allow me to share my thoughts with you, if only because every time I read “Passage to India” and come across the phrase “passage to more than India”
It's the easiest thing to say In the grey light of thinning hair: I liked the world the way it was- If only it had held steady
Poor Man Eating
Were I a painter I am sure My signature theme would be The title of this poem.
It's the easiest thing to say
In the grey light of thinning hair:
I liked the world the way it was-
If only it had held steady
Time would be unchanging bliss!
What is it you so fondly remember
Amidst the glitches in recollection?
An album of snapshots,
Some video clips at best.