by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
What must be beautiful
comes slow,
it comes surely in happening tides
for you and me to know.
We'll breathe it together, such colours,
in the distance, turning near to us,
as though we would soon hold it in our hands.
Such beauty of churns, of valley turns
that only the rising sun knows.
The rising sun, sure, has its fleet of swallows
baying at the slow water's edge
at rest of beauty tireless in the waking dawn,
this beauty, truth, truth, that love will shed
for the two of us
bl oody upon the sleeping mists
of quietly waking hills.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born (1956), Trivandrum, Kerala, India., Winner, All India Poetry Prizes, Poetry Society, India-British Council Awards (96, 97, 98), and other leading poetry prizes. Poetry published in Ariel (Canada), Orbis (UK), Nth Position (UK), Bluefifth Review (UK), Toronto Review (Canada), The Illustrated Weekly of India, Kavya Bharati (India), Fulcrum (USA), Verse, Seattle, (USA), Indian Literature, Arabesque Review, Plaza (Japan), Chandrabhaga (India), and others. Founder editor, Poetry Chain. Participant, MFA, Texas state University, (2000) Poet in Residence, Augsburg University, Germany (2004). Important works : Poetry : Father, Wake Us In Passing, (German Translation, Wolfgang Heyder) A Buchenwald Diary, Mother Sonata, Victoria Terminus, Poems Selected and New (2010). The Coloured Yolk of Love (2012). Drama: Fire In The Soul The Mask of Death. Novel : A Bridge Over Karma (Novel). Poetry included in The Bloodaxe book of Contemporary Indian Poetry In English, The Golden Jubilee Anthology of Post Independence Indian poetry In English, and Poetry Society, India anthologies.
Last updated June 03, 2012