CALCUTTA FLOWERS
The bard
addressing with his weightless quill
the human will
in its futility observes the florist
with bunched and garlanded conflorescences
who supplies his goods
to dozens of local cults
and is quite the worshipful man himself.
The sorry
samsara-swathed dusty sun
reemerges among the clouds
and the micromonsoon
wrung out of a nowhere pit
by Indra's unknowable hand
is over. Magic is the name of oblivion
and the reed pen
and flowers now
are merely methods of forgetting even
the unforgivable.
For the continuous self must forget itself
in time where everything reduces to its opposite
in the end and the end is merely the other
side of a fixed beginning. Here
the marigolds
in their January loveliness and buckets
on the sidewalk seem
to know their fate.
They silently belong to a caste; they are
on the wrong, the chantless
end of sacrifice. But here,
here in their flimsy present they
seem reconciled
to their route of migration. The sidewalk
enshrines many-handed anonymity.
This marigold was a poet long ago.
(Published in Dusk Raga, Writers Workshop, Kolkata, 1998)
Bio:
Philip Nikolayev is a Russo-American poet living in Boston. He is editor of FULCRUM, a serial anthology of poetry and criticism. His poetry collections include Monkey Time (2003) and Letters from Aldenderry (2006). A collection of his Indian poems, Dusk Raga, was published by the Writers Workshop in Kolkata in 1998. New volumes are forthcoming from MadHat and Poetrywala.
(Published in Dusk Raga, Writers Workshop, Kolkata, 1998)
Bio:
Philip Nikolayev is a Russo-American poet living in Boston. He is editor of FULCRUM, a serial anthology of poetry and criticism. His poetry collections include Monkey Time (2003) and Letters from Aldenderry (2006). A collection of his Indian poems, Dusk Raga, was published by the Writers Workshop in Kolkata in 1998. New volumes are forthcoming from MadHat and Poetrywala.
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