
Shearsman
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Avik
Chanda
Torch
Lamp Drawings
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I
A neat
triangle at first, equilateral,
as in the Vastusutra, then another,
inverted and superimposed on it,
and at the bottom, craggy letters
in Bengali: fire, water, life –
the desperate refuse of hope.
II
Thin
strokes strung in a mesh
around the wishing tree: Puri.
Here, for a hundred or two,
we guarantee riches and sons
and a laptop job. Tie your string,
My good sir, like the others.
III
Lively
at the Nacht der Museen:
a clot of mellow light at the top
left-hand corner, with lines
sliding down in beered perspective,
tracing a lithograph tracing Böll:
der Zug war pünktlich.
IV
Dermis
over veins, blood, flesh
and metacarpals. Her hand.
And between the sunburnt here
and there of skin, this most
delicate of all strokes, marking
the band where she wore her ring.
Copyright © Avik
Chanda, 2004.
| Avik
Chanda is a management consultant
by profession, and has been writing poetry for some time. Recent
publications include work in Other Poetry, Richmond Review,
Brittle Star, Comrades, Eclectica, Black Bear Review, Morpo,
Three Candles, Spork, Poetry Depth Quarterly, Rearview Quarterly,
Adirondack Review, Reflections, Slant, Ascent, Kimera. |

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