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|
Comments about Sofiul Azam
for my father
The King saw his chiefs stand like the deaf
(brave sepoys stirred blood in their veins,
yet weapons fell down dead on the battlefield)
and watched their conspiracy of silence stage the defeat.
His face was smeared with mud of defeat;
no way out of enduring bits of derivative shame.
Nothing would have occurred if he'd split hair in anger,
for he'd known pretty well: no solace in the retreat.
Getting on board the boat on the snaky Bhagirathi;
burnt in the flames of hunger along with his family
he saw things as they are, for...
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.