Biography of Sofiul Azam
Educated in English Literature at Rajshahi University, Sofiul Azam has three poetry collections Impasse (Dhaka: Pathak Shamabesh,2003) , In Love with a Gorgon (Aarhus: Les Editions du Zaporogue,2010 and forthcoming from County Clare: Salmon Poetry) , Safe under Water (Dhaka: Magnum Opus,2014) and edited Short Stories of Selim Morshed (Dhaka: Ulukhar,2009) . His poems have appeared in magazines across the world like Prairie Schooner, Poetry Salzburg Review, Le Zaporogue, The Journal (once of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry) , Orbis, Erbace, The Cannon’s Mouth, Forward Press, Conversation Poetry Quarterly, Boyne Berries, Deep South, Catamaran, Protocol, Postcolonial Text, Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts, NAP Magazine, etc. and some are anthologized in Journeys, Caught in the Net, Poets Against War, Poetry for Charity Volume 2. He is now working on Earth and Windows: New and Selected Poems.
He lives with his wife and son in Dhaka and teaches English at Victoria University of Bangladesh, having taught it before at Independent University Bangladesh, Southeast University and Royal University of Dhaka.
Sofiul Azam's Works:
Three Poetry Collections:
Impasse (Dhaka: Pathak Shamabesh,2003)
In Love with a Gorgon (Aarhus: Les Editions du Zaporogue,2010 and forthcoming from County Clare: Salmon Poetry)
Safe under Water (Dhaka: Magnum Opus,2014)
Sofiul Azam Poems
In Love With A Gorgon
At the time of the sun's spitting saffron out in the sky, my life turned into a dazzling Gorgon and smiled. The Gorgon with her snaky hair and tempting eyes
Somewhere Around Despair
for Sonja Broderick '...the nameless pain from which one feels there can be no way out, and one knows despair is absolute.'
for my father The King saw his chiefs stand like the deaf (brave sepoys stirred blood in their veins,
for Geoffrey Hill 1.
The House Of Rumours
(for Monira Qais) I had just slipped straight from my mother’s womb into this house where rumours breed like spawn,
St. George And The Dragon
1 Shadows fell on indispensable hopes and grace. All of our inherited clemency cowered; and the currency of hopes was almost over,
"... to be alone. Because it's not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it's your friends." - from The Joke by Milan Kundera Everyday people say it's my heart that arches over life like a bridge
Apostles Of The New Age
1. To the Apostle of Killing Degeneration Thunderlight had startled your eyes like an ape's, and the ministers you ushered into a dungeon
“Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.” – W. Shakespeare 1.
Remembrance Of Things Past
At every sunset when cars in the metropolis run -
After school, I used to climb at home the one and only custard apple tree; (our house was lonelier all day
1. Poets my ancestors in Charyapada talked a dialect that I myself don't know;
Alphabet Of Compromise
1. I'm afraid fears often creep into you like splinters as you hear him once again - drunk, bumping
Relief At St. Martin's Island
for Julia Klimenova 1.
In Love With A Gorgon
At the time of the sun's spitting saffron out in the sky,
my life turned into a dazzling Gorgon and smiled.
The Gorgon with her snaky hair and tempting eyes
that I didn't know, turned a lot of things into stone.
Her smile drove me unwilling to suffer an eclipse,
frantic to climb the ladder of paramount ecstasy.