by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
I can't recall the shadows.
I can't recall the graves.
No, I can't.
No, not the dreams you and I
used to quarrel in.
Not the beehives, the supple stamens
erect with the saliva of your kisses.
No I can't remember.
A single thing.
Darling, do you still remember
every sting?
Is it Alzheimer's, that the dead
do not remember love?
And when you and I pass by
we would fall and spill and fill
upon each other,
but still walk by, as if nothing
is the answer,
the void in the ring of gold between us,
why must that be called love?
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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 May 28, 2012