Mahapatra, Sitakant;
The sky of words and other poems
Sahitya Akademi, 1996, 104 pages
ISBN 8172018169, 9788172018160
topics: | poetry | oriya
Sitakant Mahapatra is a noted Oriya poet and IAS officer. Has won a number of awards, including Jnanpith 1993.
Dhangda's Love Song 7 The Bridge on the Mahanadi 9 Shadow 11 The Rock 14 You Could Come Some Other Time Death 16 An Evening in Summer 18 Words 20 The Song of Jara The Hunter 22 Landscape 51 Sick Bed 54 Childhood 58 Kurukshetra 65 The Empire 68 The Ignorant Men 72 The Saint 75 Cleo 79 Time Does Noi Fly 26 The Ruined Temple 28 The Wind 30 The Aerodrome 33 Swan 35 My Chamber 38 The House 42 The Garden 48 Rain 84 The Still Wave 87 The Sky of Words 90 The Jester 94 The Dark Ferryman 97 Yashoda's Soliloquy 100
On the hill's sloping ground I asked you to give me love, dreams, A touch, tobacco leaves. And you said : Here there are only the harvesting men. Not here. In the twilight dark, at the place where the village now begins to be restless with the scent of mahula, I asked for your affection, your body; Or else, just give your word, I said. And you said : I'm always afraid of the fireflies and the lovely stars; it is better that we leave this solitary place. Inside the forest, when the beating of the heart could be heard, I asked for your love, your touch. And you said : Oh, no! here there is just the pale grey earth. Wouldn't this flower-like body, this pure unblemished soul, turn earth-pale? Not here, not here! Beside the rivulet, there was no one, just the lone bird that sang. I asked for your touch, for darkness. And you said : On the rivulet's clear mirror everything is seen. Not here, not here. The whole world had dropped off to sleep, even the moon and the stars, I asked for your touch, asked for life, and for my helpless, shivering soul, begged for a small place in the nest of your body. And you said : Even in the dark, inside your eye's mirror, everything is clearly seen. Not now, not now. Plucking out my eyes, I give them to you, like a lotus-gift . Take them. And now give me the touch, the love, the dark, give my lonely soul its much needed shelter.
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