Rehan QayoomShe, too, pursues her ends, Brutal as the stars of this month, Her pale head heavy as metal. Ted Hughes, 'Snowdrop' You are the poison I would drink The death I would die Unshipped in words that fall withering Like these that fail, falter And now blaze, blaze, penetrate, evaporate People like words Are deceptive, temporary, forgettable – Just because they can be The story you told Is the story I am O little wee soul with the body of an angel O body of water That dares and dithers Between this rose and that rose Eating the petals - Taking infusions of the petals Little pink things, cherubim broth The petals of the blush rose and the petals of the dog rose To feel how the bud opens to receive sunlight and water Perhaps you don’t want to keep running back into books? Perchance you won’t? Perhaps you want to fold back into your little-big Zen heavens? The ones where you don’t remember someone, anyone Because nobody remembers you The story you told Is the story I live The familiar, speculative, I divagate To calibrate the love and mourn the life In languages less spoken And words never said Screeding across the Brandywine on the Bucklebury Ferry Be silent when I speak if you will hear Love’s perspicacious promissories Be still when I am silent - You will see time’s univocal Peonies Foxgloves Read the 'Contextual Notes' to the poem here. Rehan Qayoom is a poet of English and Urdu, editor, translator and archivist. Educated at Birkbeck College, University of London, he has featured in numerous literary publications and performed his work internationally. He is the author of 2 books of poetry and several works of prose and criticism. He lives in London. |
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