Tishani Doshi

(9 December 1975 - / Madras / India)

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Tishani Doshi is an Indian poet, journalist and dancer based in Chennai. Born in Madras, India, to a Welsh mother and Gujarati father, she received an Eric Gregory Award in 2001. Her first poetry collection, Countries of the Body, won the 2006 Forward Poetry Prize for best first collection.She has been invited to the poetry galas of the Guardian-sponsored Hay Festival of 2006 and the Cartagena Hay Festival of 2007. Her first novel, The Pleasure Seekers, was published by Bloomsbury in 2010 and was long-listed for the Orange Prize in 2011, and shortlisted for The Hindu Best Fiction Award in 2010.

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  • Gordon Menzies Gordon Menzies (4/12/2018 7:09:00 AM)

    Ageless. These have the smell of old books and seasoned lovers about them...here is a glass raised.

  • Joshua Adeyemi Joshua Adeyemi (4/8/2018 4:21:00 PM)

    Lovely till i loved it.

  • Gordon Nosworthy Gordon Nosworthy (12/28/2015 10:04:00 AM)

    this poet has a great deal to say
    i will follow her with interest

  • Vishal Thapa Vishal Thapa (5/18/2015 7:58:00 AM)

    nice poems cool.......i found myself reading some of the poems so fast as if the words would disappear before i could finish them, lovely work, thanks for sharing............... i am love it

  • Mark Dillon Mark Dillon (7/3/2012 10:22:00 AM)

    an amazing use of words and descriptions, i found myself reading some of the poems so fast as if the words would disappear before i could finish them, lovely work, thanks for sharing.

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Best Poem of Tishani Doshi

Ode To The Walking Woman

(After Alberto Giacometti )

Sit -
you must be tired
of walking,
of losing yourself
this way:
a bronzed rib
of exhaustion
thinned out
against the dark.
Sit -
there are still things
to believe in;
like civilizations
and birthing
and love.
And ancestors
who move
like silent tributaries
from red-earthed villages
with history cradled
in their mythical arms.
But listen,
what if they swell
through the gates
of your glistening city?
Will you walk down
to the water’s edge,
immerse your feet...

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