It's Not A Poem About Duck Poem by Jahir Hasan
It's Not A Poem About Duck
Under a mango tree a girl is cutting the stems of Sajina into pieces
Keeping it's tail up a dog is licking it's leg
Why the hellits thigh's flesh isn't fit to be licked
Wounded by the knife she is rubbing off the blood by her scarf
Does her mother feel inclined to laugh seeing her daughter's bleeding?
Her mother keeps regretting to see the dog kneading it shadow
Why the hell her father feels inclined to laugh noticing this scene
Then why the daughter keeps rubbing off her blood
On the duck's wings.
Translated by Hosen Motahar
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5/16/2024 10:11:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm spellbound by the scenario painted here. It seems a little like a whole in my trousers, something's missing but a spider's web of threads reach out from all sides trying to connect. Trying to make whole again what was, before the hole was noticed, totally natural and without need for comment. I could probably, I think go through the poem line by line and image by image and extract symbols, historical, cultural, mythic. I think what has been cut allows a view previously denied. I'm enchanted. There is magic here.