Hemingway Dances With Four Wives Poem by Binoy Barman

Hemingway dances with four wives
Bee hives blow hot and cold, mild and wild
Child, loo! How the beats of dance blood-red
Spread from Illinois to Milan
The sun also rises in such a cloudy day
Hemingway dances like a bull
Cool! The headlong bloody bold
Old fisherman crushed in Marlin’s jaw
Saw the death in the afternoon
Soon the ghostly shadow on four sides
Rides the green hills of Africa looking down
The gown of sublime torrents of spring
Bringing all the pride in our time
Rhyme of poetry chimes prosy centaur
For whom the bell tolls badly
Hadley, Pauline, Martha and Mary
Carry the corpse of flowery dreams
Streams of memories from behind
Rewind the recorded music of passion
Nation gives farewell to arms at last

Hemingway dances with four wives
A man without women vainly strives
To seize the celebration of Nobel Prize
Women rejoice tears in their caring eyes.