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Featured poem in "Durable Goods 28"

EVENING THINGS is featured in Durable Goodsissue 28, published by Aleathia Drehmer, poet and publisher from Upstate NY.

I think a lot about the home we left behind in Guwahati, Assam. My parents moved from there, and with it a large chunk of our childhood and growing up years.
DG 28 is only in print. Read the poem below:

Evening Things

By Nabina Das

5 p.m. The trees invite blue china clouds

They forget the sun cannot light the lamp

5 p.m. You are drinking tea with honey

Inside a penumbra by the Radhachuda tree

You can wait, then bring the oil lamp out

Circumnavigate the non-existent tulaxi

The Namghar’s 5 p.m. silence will soon erupt

Its tranced kortaal dueting with the khol

5 p.m. You will know that time has struck

Gooseberry dreaming the shadow of a home.

NOTE: I realize there are some words in the poem that are not from the English language and hence need explaining. However, I don’t like giving glossary.

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5 comments on “Featured poem in "Durable Goods 28"

  1. Jon
    October 25, 2010

    >Nor should you (give a glossary). You have a way with words. A power with them. A confidence in spinning the webs we want to get caught in. Thanks. I'll be coming back to dip into your wor(l)ds.Jon M

  2. Rhett
    October 26, 2010

    >Time has struck gooseberry…sweet sentimentality – loved it. Yeah – you have that way with words – transcend language – play with it –

  3. fleuve-souterrain
    October 27, 2010

    >Thank you Jon and Rhett!Jon, am so glad you perceive the wor(l)ds … Your refelction certainly gives me power.Rhett, playing is our job right? You know it too. A poet plays with language, sometimes strolls with and sprints too…!

  4. Rhett
    November 7, 2010

    >"Rhett, playing is our job right? You know it too." If you think I know how to play with lang. Nabs that has to be the best compliment. Oh, am teary-eyed! 😀

  5. shamik
    February 11, 2011

    >the durable goods…i am endeared. the Radhachuda tree shaded in a 5 pm silence from our past as seen from your windows. I loved this poem.

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