A twenty-something medicine geek with a love for reading, poetry, and reading poetry.
I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Don Paterson, French, imagery, love poetry, nature, Robert Desnos, translation
- Published:
- October 12, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu
You have such lovely bones, he says,
holding my face in his hands
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: archaeology, Philip Memmer, tactile, unsettling
- Published:
- October 9, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu
The Black Art 0
A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Anne Sexton, conversational, gender, magic, poems about poetry, social commentary