Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Great Regulars: Swar Thounaojum's poem has a truly startling opening,

and uses concrete detail and local language superbly throughout the poem, wavering only in the third stanza. The poem digs down steadily through actual earth to make us experience an actual grief.

A sentry converses by Swar Thounaojam

from The Guardian: Poetry Workshop: Dead letters

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