WORLD VOICES

HEAT
  BY SUDEEP SEN


Contents

Home
About the Author
Introduction

Mediterranean
One Moonlit December
   Night

Flying Home
Desire
Bharatanatyam Dancer
Dreaming of Cézanne
Heather
Carole
Feminine Musk
Winter
Matrix
Almaya, Jaffa
Prayer Call: Heat
Offering
Kiss

Acknowledgments

Sudeep Sen
Aark Arts
Atlas

World Voices Home

The Literary Explorer
Writers on the Job
Books Forgotten
Thomas E. Kennedy
Walter Cummins
Web Del Sol



Matrix
               for psc

Birds fly across the pale blue sky
cross-stitching a matrix in Pali —

a tongue now beautifully classical
like temple-toned Bharatanatyam.

Dialogues
in the other garden
happen not just in springtime. Yet

you stare askance talking poetry
in silence, an angularity of stance

like a shot in a film-noir narrative
yet to be edited to form a whole.

What is a whole? Is it not a sum
of distilled parts, parts one chooses

to expose carefully like raw stock —
controlling patterns in the red light

of dark, a dark that eventually exposes.
There emerges at the end,

nests for imaginative flights to rest,
to weave our own stories braving

winds, currents, and the elements
of disguise. Fireflies in the grove

do not belong to numbered generation
they only light up because line-breaks

like varnam keep purity alive —
enigmatic, disciplined, spontaneous.

Let the birds fly tracing angular paths,
let the dancer dance unbridled,

let the poet write unrestrained —
natural as breathing itself.

Matrix woven can be unwoven —
enjambments like invisible pauses

weave us back into algebraic patterns
that only heart and imagination can.

She walks porcupines
— as you do —
and listens to the sound of the sea in a conch.


from The Literary Review, New Quest, and forthcoming in Blue Nude: New Selected Poems & Translations 1980-2010.