İlhan Berk
Idly I sat down and listened to the wind
on her way back from Sagittarius
Then onto the utterances of the river I passed.
The night laden with grass
as I strolled by it did not see me.
Posted by Biswadip Chakraborthy | Mar 6, 2021 | Poetry | 0 |
Idly I sat down and listened to the wind
on her way back from Sagittarius
Then onto the utterances of the river I passed.
The night laden with grass
as I strolled by it did not see me.
Posted by Biswadip Chakraborthy | Mar 6, 2021 | Poetry | 0 |
Patrick Williamson is an English poet and translator. Most recent poetry collections: Traversi (English-Italian, Samuele Editore, 2018), Beneficato (SE, 2015), Gifted (Corrupt Press, 2014), Nel Santuario (SE, 2013; Menzione speciale della Giuria in the XV Concorso Guido Gozzano, 2014).
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Can you please cite the original poem ? Where to find it in Bangla?
Such a wonderful work ma'am ❤️ I loved it
Just a wonderful work Ma'am....I loved it❤️
Very nicely scripted and presented. This gives a wonderful picture of Bandhavharh. One can visualize by reading
Very nice expressed the true feelings. How one feels when left alone in the poem. Really liked feel like it's…
Very insightful interview taken by Owshnik Ghosh of my work and reflections. Thank uou Owshnik.