Sofiul Azam Poems
Comments about Sofiul Azam
for Geoffrey Hill
This is nothing but a change of skies.
How poor I am that I have come a long way
heading down the sandline
with eyes gazing out across the river
to know -
every little thing I longed to clench has gone with the wind.
I think remorse acts like an idle weapon.
How should I dig out my clumsiness with a spade?
No longer can I give up sipping the nectar from a sieve
nor do I wish to see the same again.
Things are just the same as they were.
Now I am sad and dropp down as a meteor
more often than seeds in ...
To Anna Akhmatova
'It isn't me, someone else is suffering. I couldn't.'
- from 'Requiem' by Anna Akhmatova
Yes, in Central Library, I read of you squandering
everything that mattered, to put down on pages
nothing but horrors of the comic burst, requiem,
and chronicles of all that coalfire - that upset