Tishani Doshi
The Art of Losing by Tishani Doshi

The Art of Losing by Tishani Doshi

It begins with the death of the childhood pet - the dog who refuses to eat for days, the bird or fish found sideways, dead. And you think the hole in the universe, caused ...

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Find the Poets by Tishani Doshi

Find the Poets by Tishani Doshi

I arrived in a foreign land yesterday, a land that has seen troubles, (who hasn't, you might say?) This land with its scrubbed white houses and blue seas, where ...

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Contract by Tishani Doshi

Contract by Tishani Doshi

Dear Reader, I agree to turn my skin inside out, to reinvent every lost word, to burnish, to steal, to do what I must in order to singe your lungs. I will forgo happiness ...

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Aj, Age 15 by Tishani Doshi

Aj, Age 15 by Tishani Doshi

I once chased my brother Down to the edge of the sea. We ran past sheets and towels Spread like sky on the beach, Between strips of cloth, Drying chilli and tamarind. Past ...

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Ode To Drowning by Tishani Doshi

Ode To Drowning by Tishani Doshi

is it or is it not the cold monsoon bearing the shape of my dark lord, speaking of his cruelty his going away? — Nammalvar i. This is an ode to be sung in the latest ...

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Open Hands by Tishani Doshi

Open Hands by Tishani Doshi

In Nairobi, an albino boy followed me everywhere Peering at me from behind cupboards and trees, Chortling with glee: Hello fine! Here is space. Here is space.It is open and large ...

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Turning Into Men Again by Tishani Doshi

Turning Into Men Again by Tishani Doshi

This morning men are returning to the world, Waiting on the sides of blackened pavements For a rickshaw to carry them away On the sharp pins and soles of their dancing feet.They ...

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Immigrant’s Song by Tishani Doshi

Immigrant’s Song by Tishani Doshi

Let us not speak of those days when coffee beans filled the morning with hope, when our mothers’ headscarves hung like white flags on washing lines. Let us not speak of the long ...

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Love Poem by Tishani Doshi

Love Poem by Tishani Doshi

Ultimately, we will lose each other to something. I would hope for grand circumstance — death or disaster.But it might not be that way at all. It might be that you walk out one ...

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Ode To The Walking Woman by Tishani Doshi

Ode To The Walking Woman by Tishani Doshi

(After Alberto Giacometti )Sit -you must be tired of walking, of losing yourself this way: a bronzed rib of exhaustion thinned out against the dark. Sit -there are still things ...

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What The Body Knows by Tishani Doshi

What The Body Knows by Tishani Doshi

The body dances in a darkened room Turning itself inside out So that skin can face the light in fractures, Slip like shadow through skeleton walls, Begin to cry — really — to ...

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The Affair by Tishani Doshi

The Affair by Tishani Doshi

These days men on curbs are curved Like farm tools or bits of wire, Like unruly saucers of tea flung Into the trees, the walls, the breeze.Houses are shifting too — Up and going ...

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Another Man’s Woman by Tishani Doshi

Another Man’s Woman by Tishani Doshi

My lover has failed to come to the trysting place, It is perhaps that his mind is dazed, Or perhaps that he went to another woman, Or lured perhaps by festive folk, that he ...

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Undertwo by Tishani Doshi

Undertwo by Tishani Doshi

I. I hold my husband in plastic bags. He’s whispering like a soft, worn thing, dropp me here, dropp me gently.Everything is terribly light — incense, Ash, the thinness of his ...

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At The Rodin Museum by Tishani Doshi

At The Rodin Museum by Tishani Doshi

Rilke is following me everywhere With his tailor-made suits And vegetarian smile. He says because I’m young, I’m always beginning, And cannot know love. He sees how I’m a giant ...

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Girls are coming out of the Woods by Tishani Doshi

Girls are coming out of the Woods by Tishani Doshi

Girls are coming out of the woods,wrapped in cloaks and hoods,carrying iron bars and candles and a multitude of scars, collectedon acres of premature grass and citybuses, in ...

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Love In Carlisle by Tishani Doshi

Love In Carlisle by Tishani Doshi

Girls were crying yesterday in their ball gowns; Holding each other up like poles of wilted beanstalks. I wanted to carry them into the streets. To the unused railroad track in ...

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The Day We Went To The Sea by Tishani Doshi

The Day We Went To The Sea by Tishani Doshi

The day we went to the seamothers in Madras were miningthe Marina for missing children.Thatch flew in the sky, prisonersran free, houses danced like dangerin the wind. I saw a ...

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Lament —I by Tishani Doshi

Lament —I by Tishani Doshi

When I see the houses in this city, the electric gates and uniformed men employed to guard the riches of the rich, the gilded columns and gardens, the boats on water, I wonder, ...

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Walking Around  after Neruda by Tishani Doshi

Walking Around after Neruda by Tishani Doshi

It happens that I am tired of being a woman.It happens that I cannot walk past country clubsor consulates without considering the hags,skinny as guitar strings, foraging in the ...

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