November 05, 2012
Poem
APPETITES
For Ravi Shankar
He will bring you croissants in bed
Come to you as clouds
Gradually discover the moon
Unstring you knot by knot
Feast with you on the roof
Weave you out of yourself
Uncork your drunkenness
Into cups made from skulls
Wrap you in a robe of words
Chew on your spicy locks
As sometimes in the madhouse
Men gnaw on their chains
By Rafiq Kathwari, guest poet at 3Quarks Daily.
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Comments
Nice, Rafiq!
Posted by: S. Abbas Raza | Nov 5, 2012 5:18:06 AM
Very nice
Posted by: TAHIRA hussain | Nov 5, 2012 8:36:40 AM
Un poème soufi,
par un ami,
presque soufi.
Bravo,
Rosenda
Posted by: rosenda meer | Nov 5, 2012 10:04:19 AM
Rafiq,
Wonderful words, lovely images. Peg
Posted by: peggy walz | Nov 5, 2012 9:33:57 PM
Beautiful poem!
Posted by: Idra | Nov 7, 2012 10:16:26 AM
Sensual, sinuous, angry Baudelaireian poem, and I like it but I would begin it:"He will come to you as clouds..." Croissant crumbs in bed-merci, non.
Posted by: Colette | Nov 7, 2012 12:36:41 PM
Dear Rafiq,
Brilliant poetry. There's one reference I didn't quite understand; the one to the cups made of skulls. Tantra and music associated with it?
Many thanks for sharing this. I am sharing this on my FB wall, too. If you have any objections, please let me know and I will remove it from there.
Mridu
Posted by: Mridu Rai | Nov 7, 2012 5:23:06 PM
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