The Penitent Poem by Jeet Thayil
The Penitent
I'm back where my life and I parted ways.
I'm talking to the coffeemaker, to the face
towels folded by the sink, to the air
conditioner that conspires with my enemies. Even now,
in the midst of my extremity my eyes are dry,
and if I jump repeatedly against the window
I can tell myself I'm being lifted by a great joy -
until the glass smites my face and I cry out
your old name. The room is empty, lonely
as a still life, but the water stains speak
with your voice, Honor me, honor everything.
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The room is empty, lonely as a still life, but the water stains speak with your voice, Honor me, honor everything. feeling of repentance and human reactions to the past life.. struggles, desire for peace and inner comfort....... all these thoughts came into my mind as i read this poem. thank you very much. tony your expressions and the use of words are so fine..
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4/30/2024 3:34:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sooner or later, everybody reaches the penitentiary, where 'the room is empty, lonely as a still life'. Nice poem; Thanks Jeet.