The Snail
sets
. what it knows of this
. inelegant world, outside
. and quietly folds
. its body
. into a small cathedral
Out here,
. you wonder
. what it is praying for
. and who,
. who will hear
. these small questions
. beneath all this bent bone
~ Souvankham Thammavongsa
Copyright © Souvankham Thammavongsa. Originally published in CV2 and also appears in Small Arguments (Pedlar Press, 2003).
Souvankham Thammavongsa is a poet and fiction writer, and author of four books of poetry, Cluster (M&S, March 2019), Light (2013) which received the Trillium Book Award for Poetry, Found (2007), and Small Arguments (2003) which won the ReLit Prize. Her stories have appeared in Harper’s, Granta, The Paris Review, NOON, Journey Prize Stories, Best American Nonrequired Reading, and noted as a distinguished story in Best American Short Stories. She is at work on a collection of stories, How to Pronounce Knife, and a novel to be published by Little, Brown (U.S.), M&S/Penguin Random House (Canada), and Bloomsbury (UK).
source : poets.ca
આપણામાં જ કશું ખૂટતું છે નહિતર આવી હચમચાવીનાખે એવી પંક્તિઓ ક્યાંથી સૂઝે ?
મને મારી ઋજુતામાં ઘણી તકલીફ પ્હોંચી છે
સફળ તો છું, સફળતામાં ઘણી તકલીફ પ્હોંચી છે
– પ્રફુલ્લ નાણાવટી
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