Tishani Doshi

(9 December 1975 - / Madras / India)

Tishani Doshi Poems

1. At The Rodin Museum 6/23/2012
2. Love In Carlisle 6/23/2012
3. Aj, Age 15 6/23/2012
4. Undertwo 6/23/2012
5. Lament —I 9/23/2016
6. Love Poem 11/11/2016
7. Contract 11/11/2016
8. Walking Around after Neruda 11/11/2016
9. Find the Poets 11/11/2016
10. The River of Girls 2/13/2018
11. The Immigrant's Song 2/13/2018
12. Monsoon Poem 2/13/2018
13. Lament —I 2/13/2018
14. Contract 2/13/2018
15. THE DAY WE WENT TO THE SEA 2/13/2018
16. Walking Around after Neruda 2/13/2018
17. Love Poem 2/13/2018
18. Find the Poets 2/13/2018
19. Girls are coming out of the Woods 2/13/2018
20. The Art of Losing 2/13/2018
21. Turning Into Men Again 6/23/2012
22. The Affair 6/23/2012
23. Girls are coming out of the Woods 11/11/2016
24. Open Hands 6/23/2012
25. The Art of Losing 11/11/2016
26. Ode To Drowning 6/23/2012
27. What The Body Knows 6/23/2012
28. Immigrant's Song 6/23/2012
29. Another Man's Woman 6/23/2012
30. The Day We Went To The Sea 6/23/2012
31. Ode To The Walking Woman 6/23/2012

Comments about Tishani Doshi

  • 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.

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  • 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.

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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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

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