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    Poetry and Essays:

    Hassanal Abdullah 
    Roni Adhikari 
    Kayes Ahmed 
    Rassel Ahmed 
    Chak Amitava 
    Pallav Bandyopadhayay 
    Stanley H. Barkan 
    Nicholas Birns 
    Jyotirmoy Datta 
    Jyotiprakash Dutta 
    Caroline Gill 
    Nirmolendu Goon 
    Clinton Van Inman 
    John McLeod 
    Manas Paul 
    Matin Raihan 
    Hasan Sabbir 
    Naznin Seamon 
    Amiyakumar Sengupta 

    Letters to the Editor:
    Maria Bennett 
    Laura Boss 
    Stephen Cipot 
    Joan Digby 
    John Digby 
    Arthur Dobrin 
    Kristine Doll 
    Maria Mazziotti Gillan 
    Adel Gogy 
    Mary Gogy 
    Mike Graves 
    Leigh Harrison 
    Yvette Neisser Moreno 
    Marsha Solomon 
    Tino Villanueva 
    Bill Wolak

    Letters to the Editor:
    Babette Albin 
    Chandan Anwar 
    Mansur Aziz 
    Laura Boss 
    Rumana Gani 
    David Gershator 
    Caroline Gill 
    Isaac Goldemberg
    Zahirul Hasan 
    Omar Faruque Jibon 
    Gholam Moyenuddin 
    Hasan Sabbir 
    Subir Sarkar 
    Tabrish Sarker 
    Bikul Hossain Rojario

    Cover Art:

    Ekok Soubir

Shabdaguchha: The 15th Anniversary Issue

    Poetry In translation

    Nirmolendu Goon


    So, does the body hold the mind?
    Or is it the mind that peeks out of the body?
    Fifty four summers has vanished and yet
    The quarrel goes on!!
    The war between mind and body
    Leaves Batsayon torn in blood and tears.

    Rational mind rules, the mighty mind
    The body is thrown under feet
    Self denial, the body loses the war
    Master of self denial, Batsayon!!

    The truth, the truth comes
    Even though unrelenting days of hardship are over,
    He knew it is the body and the essence of manhood
    Not the mind, never the mind.
    Mind changes and takes shape of the container
    Mind changes over time, from place to place
    Mind acts to survive the times, but
    The body is still, ancient
    The drive of desire is the truth
    The truth that made Galileo unmovable.


    The rice is boiling over
    Rice will get sticky, oh so sticky…
    Let it be, I will eat it sticky.

    Don’t! My sari ahh;
    The rice is boiling over
    Rice will get sticky, oh so sticky…
    Let it be, you stay here
    I will eat it sticky.


    Chondi Das, a poet of all ages,
    He never read Batsayon.
    I have studied him
    Like there was nothing else to do.

    Batsayon taught me woman,
    Taught me lovemaking
    The way to cum and cum again;
    Life would end up at zero
    The fame of poems does not even begin to
    Compare with being in rapture,
    Just once!

    I got him only once but he gifted me
    Millions of lives and billions of years.


    Rape, the clear sky trembles with every thrust from the dark cloud.

    Rain in the city? A joke I think.
    Rain in country, where you walk in water, yes!
    I found her there by accident of birth.

    I came out of the womb, the sky was ripped open
    Rain came as if in ecstasy,
    Birth chamber coals wet and useless.
    I can claim Rain as my mother,
    Wraps me up in her enveloping embrace.

    Rain in Dhaka, keep looking up
    Empty sky makes my heart burst,
    A song, maybe, a homage more likely.

    Translated from the Bengali by Kayes Ahmed


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