by Joe Winter | May 23, 2020 | Christmas in Calcutta, Poems
Birds for A., 75 What are we what are we? we are birdsshowering the splendid air and we area million-strong wingbeatmigrating heaven to heaven we are toothe occasional soloist perched on a twistof this-and-that and we arenone of this all of these can you not seeus?...
by Joe Winter | May 23, 2020 | Christmas in Calcutta, Poems
Eyes Thundering down sky, smashing upon rock,the force of beauty. Dust-stars gleama billioned wonder. Pebble-planets spinin sudden shining drops crashed off. A sunsparks in the shattering charge. Its warmthbeckons a note from stone. A voicesings. Goddess of...
by Joe Winter | May 23, 2020 | Christmas in Calcutta, Poems
Christmas in CalcuttaYou too are noticed here. Nothing full-scale.Abroad your name is as a star: but herestreet-lights, and a nearby mela, tell the tale.It’s a calypso moment in the year,a holiday in the household, a light touchof freedom-time. Then the impersonal...
