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Joy Goswami

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A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

A dream-dead peacock, moon
light on its skin

A prickly-pear
room on the roof

Dried and ancient
the thorn-pierced bodies of birds

The susurrus of winds,
notes, calls in their throats

The dead peacock stands –
aglitter with fireflies

Hanging from its shackle the moon,
a pendulum, swaying

black trees, melting away
houses of brick and stone

The dream-dead peacock,
its clear eyes, open

© Translation: 2005, Sampurna Chattarji

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

© 1999, Joy Goswami
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata

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A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

From: Surjo-Pora Chhai

A DREAM-DEAD PEACOCK, MOON

A dream-dead peacock, moon
light on its skin

A prickly-pear
room on the roof

Dried and ancient
the thorn-pierced bodies of birds

The susurrus of winds,
notes, calls in their throats

The dead peacock stands –
aglitter with fireflies

Hanging from its shackle the moon,
a pendulum, swaying

black trees, melting away
houses of brick and stone

The dream-dead peacock,
its clear eyes, open

© 2005, Sampurna Chattarji

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