Sofiul Azam Poems
|41.||In Praise Of Clichés||7/17/2016|
|43.||The Fish Curry||7/21/2016|
|44.||Loose Ties Of Consanguinity||7/21/2016|
|46.||The Twins' Pilgrimage||7/21/2016|
|49.||Waiting For A Package||7/22/2016|
|50.||To Robert Lowell||7/22/2016|
|52.||To Osip Mandelstam||7/22/2016|
|53.||Alphabet Of Compromise||9/7/2008|
|54.||Remembrance Of Things Past||2/16/2006|
|58.||Apostles Of The New Age||9/16/2005|
|60.||St. George And The Dragon||8/27/2005|
|61.||The House Of Rumours||3/23/2005|
|64.||Somewhere Around Despair||7/25/2005|
|65.||In Love With A Gorgon||3/23/2005|
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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.
Prying into the tangles of love, I shrugged off
the unburdening of things we carry to the end.
Her smile seemed like music of pebbles in a stream.
I didn't know only monsters thrive under her spell.
She stared me out of countenance and...
"... 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
making way from happiness to misery.
All of my feelings that bloomed for friends
like flowers in an oasis are now cold
as prehistoric icebergs in the North pole.