![]() ![]() You strand the Bosphorus on feet of clay,Īn Istanbullu fifty years on the same street, In the brown depths the poet’s only disguise flutters. To live through the tough interrogation ahead. Inherited among the thousands I most love, Silken bodice, its talkative-silent recital – a poem I embrace the moon, its diffuse wavy pattern, its Still remnant in the shrunken land, land of half-sight, Now, on this river that beckons to the civilization Long ago, in the gibbons’ shrieks I heard in K’uei-chou,Ī passage of sorts was enacted. I both abhorred and loved at the same time:īanished Immortal, meaning he who imagines lifeĪs a continuation of the mountain’s other side. In Ch’ang-an, the winehouses gave me a special name Moon’s half cycle, is only to deliver one’s true debts. To travel a thousand rivers upstream or down, in a On whose behalf I wandered, are jealous like wives. A debut book of criticism, Against the Workshop: Provocations, Polemics, Controversies, will appear in July 2011, and a second collection of short fiction, The Fifth Lash and Other Stories, will appear later in 2011. Anis Shivani’s poems appear in Threepenny Review, Iowa Review, North American Review, Harvard Review, Poetry Northwest, Fiddlehead, Meanjin, Washington Square, Verse, Stand, Times Literary Supplement, and elsewhere. ![]()
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