Keki Daruwalla Poems
|2.||ALEXANDER CROSSES THE HELLESPONT||2/24/2018|
|4.||BEFORE THE WORD||2/24/2018|
|8.||NOTES FROM THE UNDERGROUND||2/24/2018|
|9.||SAPPHO TO APHRODITE||2/24/2018|
|12.||Notes From The Underground||3/28/2012|
|13.||Alexander Crosses The Hellespont||3/28/2012|
|21.||A Take-Off On A Passing Remark||3/28/2012|
|22.||Sappho To Aphrodite||3/28/2012|
|23.||Suddenly The Tree||3/28/2012|
|25.||Before The Word||3/28/2012|
Comments about Keki Daruwalla
Before The Word
Corn is great, on the cob or otherwise,
but before corn in the ear there was life.
Fire is holy especially for Zoroastrians,
but before fire too there was life.
Before the bowstring and the flint arrow sang,
there was life.
The word is great,
yet there was life before the word.
We can't turn romantic and say
we were into bird speech or river-roar then,
into the silence of frost
or the language of rain.
But forest speech and swamp speech
came through easier to us.
When lightning crashed,
the cry of the marsh bird was our cry, ...
If you want
a cage, my dear
you do not have
to travel far.
If you want to feel
hemmed in, you'll be hemmed in.
Look for scars
you'll be full of scars.
Even light can turn
into a cage.
The cage of light
has seven bars.
[From: The Map-maker]