At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Faiz Ahmed Faiz, imagery, love poetry, melancholy, Naomi Lazard, translation, Urdu
- Published:
- July 5, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu
It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: gender, imagery, melancholy, Pablo Neruda, Robert Bly, Spanish, translation
- Published:
- June 30, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu