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Poetry in EnglishAleksey Dayen Maria Mazziotti Gillan Bishnupada Ray Gail Goldstein Back to Issue 49_50 Back to Front Page |
Bishnupada Ray Journeyit is a race for how far to gothe signs are self-evident there is no need to stop and ask here the sky joins the rat race its blue skyline races towards the jagged lines of hills that fade into the lines of forests towards the lines of fields full of yellow crops where hunger waking from sleep consummates into a howl a cool breeze from the hills washes the empty hands a desperate fly in whim buzzes awhile around the howl till a sudden banging noise swat! it falls flat on the plains no race to hell and no stop before hell the path lengthens before vanishing into the deep dense forest of unconscious dreams. |