Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Sep 22, 2007 at 09:34 o\clock

Wind by He Xiaozhu

stepping out, all is wind
wind beneath your clothes pulls you
these are your first steps in a highland city
wind tearing at your two feet
you are afraid that beyond the city gate is the abyss
cities of the highlands
like grains of sand on paper
trembling in the wind

Sep 22, 2007 at 09:26 o\clock

The Poet

Suniti Namjoshi
Saying that this was what it felt like to put
the right foot forward, and then the left, saying
that this was the taste of morning porridge,
that of milk, and this other of a niggling
but persistent pain, saying —
that, I suppose, was what was distinctive —
being unable to keep my mouth shut,
my mind from working. But a poet lives
like any other creature, talks perhaps
more than is normal, her doom no brighter,
nor her death less dismal than any other.

Sep 14, 2007 at 06:22 o\clock


Not that you
would notice
but every time
you pass
up the corridor
Lenin's statue
levitates slightly
to get a better view
of the remarkable ease
with which you fill
curved space.
© 1985, Gerry Murphy

Sep 5, 2007 at 04:12 o\clock

Wearing a Burkha By Jameela Nishat

Wearing a burkha
I took a degree,
Also took to computers
And outshone others easily.

Ammi was happy,
Abba was very happy.
Hadn't I lifted Sinai single-handedly?

To crush the world underfoot
was my heart's desire.
Each breath said,
become a conqueror,
an Alexander in burkha!

I went out to have fun.
Entering the cinema
I was stopped by the moral squad
wagging their rods.

Hey young girl,
burkhas not allowed entry.
Black smoke rose from my black mask
and off the burkha went!  © 2000, Jameela Nishat
© Translation: 2000, Hoshang Merchant

Sep 2, 2007 at 10:42 o\clock

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