Nissim Ezekiel Poems

I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
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In my room, I talk
to my invisible guests:
they do not argue, but wait
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There is a place to which I often go,
Not by planning to, but by a flow
Away from all existence, to a cold
Lucidity, whose will is uncontrolled.
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Unsuitable for song as well as sense
the island flowers into slums
and skyscrapers, reflecting
precisely the growth of my mind.
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I am standing for peace and non-violence.
Why world is fighting fighting
Why all people of world
Are not following Mahatma Gandhi
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This normative hill
like all others
is transparently accessible,
out there
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Some people are not having manners,
this I am always observing,
For example other day I find
I am needing soap
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To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. The best poets wait for words.
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Her mother shed a tear or two but wasn't really
crying. It was the thing to do, so she did it
enjoying every moment. The bride laughed when I
sympathized, and said don't be silly.
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Remember me? I am Professor Sheth.
Once I taught you geography. Now
I am retired, though my health is good.
My wife died some years back.
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