Poems — Max Alhau
TRANSLATED FROM FRENCH BY PATRICK WILLIAMSON The waste land I You will have advanced thus, among the trees and fire, you who, watching over this earth,had already walked along the…...
A Book Review of The Wild Weed — Oudarjya Pramanik
BOOK REVIEW BY OUDARJYA PRAMANIK Paul Kaur's collection, The Wild Weed: Selected Poems, translated into English from Punjabi by Arvinder Kaur, is a collection of 65 poems in which lived experience becomes engaged with shared…...
Discipline — Tapan Bandopadhyay
TRANSLATED FROM BENGALI BY NABANITA SENGUPTA Ambarish Babu was facing a grave problem after his retirement. A single stroke of the clock signalled that it was half past seven in the morning. Outside, it was…...
Poems — Kofi Anyidoho
TRANSLATED FROM EWE BY PATRON HENEKOU AND MAWULI ADJEI Ghananya¹ Hmmm Ghananya!Ghananya is a marshlandand a clayey morass.It is slippery.Ghananya is as slippery asokro soup poured on mirror.Ghananya is so slippery thatantelope, stag, deerimpala, jaguar,…...
Message — Subarna Mondal
TRANSLATED FROM BENGALI BY ARITRIK DUTTA CHOWDHURY Uddalak is very amiable. He sips his morning tea while simultaneously forwarding a bouquet of roses each to 143 WhatsApp contacts. But people around are…...
Poems — Saleh Diab
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY JOHN DOHERTY I useSaturdays and Sundaysto make surethat life slips awaybehind mewith the neighbour's dogit's neither in the loftnor in the box of pinsnor in booksnor in silence…...
Poems — Bernard Pozier
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY PATRICK WILLIAMSON IN MY NOTEBOOK A page had been skippedpreserving its purityand all the possibilities A pencil remained on the tableunusedwithout realising it The fibres remained soberhaving drunk nothingever Everything…...
The Road to Suicide — Romel Rahman
[et_pb_text content_tablet="TRANSLATED FROM THE BENGALI BY SUKTI SARKAR The word, “Investigation” jumped from the dictionary out into the road and looked for a manhole. It wished to commit suicide. Through the manhole it would flow into the drainage line of…...
She Weeps — Prince Singh
TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN BY PRINCE SINGH She weeps,dew upon the jasmine.Morning arrives, a tuneful trill,a whirl of dance in the veiled light.It is noon.White linens dry,a few doves sing,rags and the scent of lavender.The…...