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Poems
K Balachandran
Feb 2019
attic civet cats,
wake me up; in a day past.
time travel by chance!
wake me up; in a day past.
time travel by chance!
K Balachandran
Sep 2012
Beyond rippling paddy, runs a river,
Across the river, is a verdant hill,
Atop its pinnacle is a palm grove,
Above the tallest coconut palm, sits a civet cat,
drinking toddy, inebriated dreaming a strange light.
Across the river, is a verdant hill,
Atop its pinnacle is a palm grove,
Above the tallest coconut palm, sits a civet cat,
drinking toddy, inebriated dreaming a strange light.
After having stomach full of toddy, the civet cat grows bold,
makes himself a ball and simply fall down, avoiding the impossible task of climbing down stone drunk.
makes himself a ball and simply fall down, avoiding the impossible task of climbing down stone drunk.
CAME the great Popinjay
Smelling his nosegay:
In cages like grots
The birds sang gavottes.
'Herodiade's flea
Was named sweet Amanda,
She danced like a lady
From here to Uganda.
Oh, what a dance was there!
Long-haired, the candle
Salome-like tossed her hair
To a dance tune by Handel.' . . .
Dance they still? Then came
Courtier Death,
Blew out the candle flame
With civet breath.
Smelling his nosegay:
In cages like grots
The birds sang gavottes.
'Herodiade's flea
Was named sweet Amanda,
She danced like a lady
From here to Uganda.
Oh, what a dance was there!
Long-haired, the candle
Salome-like tossed her hair
To a dance tune by Handel.' . . .
Dance they still? Then came
Courtier Death,
Blew out the candle flame
With civet breath.