Tishani Doshi

(9 December 1975 - / Madras / India)

Tishani Doshi Poems

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

The body dances in a darkened room
Turning itself inside out
So that skin can face the light in fractures,
Slip like shadow through skeleton walls,
Begin to cry — really — to scream
About the tarnished weight of dreams.

This has been a drift after all.
The body returns to its original place,

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