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Author: ALEXANDER, MEENA
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Alexander, Meena    Poet's Biography
74 poems available by this author


AFTER THE FIRST HOUSE       
First Line: Father's father tore it down


AFTERMATH       
First Line: Subtle after spent fire


ASYLUM       
First Line: Late at night, on a bed with many pillows
Last Line: Badr shakir al-sayaab--'I wish to die' %is how you end your poem--do you know?


AUNT CHINNA       
First Line: Death seizes you


BLACK RIVER, WALLED GARDEN       
First Line: The garden of my childhood flees from me
Last Line: Our earthly world slit open


CENTRAL PARK, CAROUSEL    Poem Text    
First Line: June already, it's your birth month,
Last Line: If I die leave the balcony open!
Subject(s): World Trade Center Tragedy (9/11/2001); Merry-go-rounds; New York City - Terrorist Attack, 9/11


CHENNAI AFTERNOON       
First Line: Flinty hot, two stones could have raised a fire. Three of us
Last Line: Thrust the little one apart something burst in me, slow and %terrible like the sea


CHORIC MEDITATION       
First Line: I know where I saw the pasteboard wall
Last Line: As if you were a girl again and find me


CIVIL STRIFE       
First Line: The ink was very old, %palm leaf brushed with the bruise of indigo
Last Line: At the water's edge I set out in search of my self


DAFFODILS       
First Line: Kasuya eiichi, poet of japan
Last Line: His thighs cut from river mud, %belly gold with longing


DEER PARK AT SARNATH       
First Line: It seems impossible to begin
Last Line: There is no grief like this, %the origin of landscape is mercy


DIALOGUE BY A CITY WALL       
First Line: He. I need to smell you
Last Line: I am not fit for burning


DIARY OF DREAMS       
First Line: Before my birth %a republic was dreamt
Last Line: Salt fumes %in a red desert


ELEGY FOR MY FATHER       
First Line: Father, when you died, your bones %were brittle, fit to burn
Last Line: Pointing to a cloud streaked with pink, %a leaping indigo wave, %almav avide avide, avide!


EVERYTHING STRIKES LOOSE       
First Line: In the end %everything strikes loose
Last Line: And flat barges driven by men %bear cinnamon cloves, dried pepper


FIELD IN SUMMER       
First Line: I had a simple childhood
Last Line: Father, mother, ink dark stars, %singing stones


FRAGMENTS       
First Line: I start to write fragments %as much to myself as to another
Last Line: The slash in it bright gentian, %cupped in a bracelet of dew


GIVING NAMES TO STONES       
First Line: Was it the silence in his head that touched you so?
Last Line: Butterflies could have bored through


GLYPHS       
First Line: I went by cascadilla gorge and slid down to water
Last Line: Out my days, or where I must go


GOLD HORIZON       
First Line: She waited where the river ran
Last Line: I hear voices of children %whisper from red hills: %an angel you have caught an angel!


HEAT WAVE       
First Line: The body has marks on her %body marks
Last Line: From my father %scorched into gold


HONEST SENTENCE       
First Line: I cannot see my mother
Last Line: Or: someone will swim farther %and farther from what she feels is the shore


HOUSE       
First Line: You set it up: an armature of bamboo
Last Line: What pitch of gravity? % what squaring of loss?


HOUSE OF A THOUSAND DOORS       
First Line: This house has a thousand doors
Last Line: Who will not let her in


ILLITERATE HEART       
First Line: One summer holiday I returned
Last Line: Cries out at kurtz, thrusts skulls aside, %lets the floodwaters pour


INDIAN APRIL    Poem Text    
First Line: Allen ginsburg on a spring day you stopped
Last Line: I hear you call: govinda, aaou, aoou!
Subject(s): Ginsberg, Allen (1926-1997); India; Family Life; Poetry & Poets


INDIAN APRIL       
First Line: Allen ginsberg on a spring day you stopped
Last Line: I hear you call: govinda, aaou, aaou!


INDIAN APRIL: 1       
First Line: Allen ginsburg on a spring day you stopped
Last Line: Into terrible light where the ganga pours
Subject(s): Ginsberg, Allen (1926-1997)


INDIAN APRIL: 2       
First Line: I was born at the ganga's edge
Last Line: Teach us to clear our throats
Subject(s): Ginsberg, Allen (1926-1997)


INDIAN APRIL: 3       
First Line: Kaddish, kaddish I hear you cry
Last Line: From the misericordia of attachment?
Subject(s): Ginsberg, Allen (1926-1997)


INDIAN APRIL: 4       
First Line: Holy the cord of death, the sensual palaces
Last Line: I hear you call: 'govinda, aaou, aoou!'
Subject(s): Ginsberg, Allen (1926-1997)


INDIGO       
First Line: Already it's summer %a scrap of silk floats
Last Line: I search for my self %in the map of indigo


LANDSCAPE WITH DOOR       
First Line: Was sankara right? %is the world a forest on fire?
Last Line: A makeshift house %lacquered in flame


LOW HILLS OF BAVARIA       
First Line: The streets of erlangen are very still
Last Line: Lichen scrawled, gray-gold for forgetfulness, %I approach a river dark with ash


MAN IN A RED SHIRT       
First Line: We are poor people, %a people without history
Last Line: Touching you, %will I know how the wind blows?


MAP       
First Line: I am writing a simple set of directions
Last Line: Into splinters of molten wood: %eternal evanescence


MIRROR OF EARTH       
First Line: Drawing on ground is not what it seems
Last Line: I was whispering: that one is called death's head


MUSE    Poem Text    
First Line: I was young when you came to me.
Last Line: This is pure transport
Subject(s): Language; Inspiration


MUSE       
First Line: I was young when you came to me
Last Line: This is pure transport


NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY    Poem Text    
First Line: Tu fu wrote 'clustered
Last Line: In his autumn meditation
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Tu Fu (712-770); Fall; Du Fu


NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY       
First Line: Tu fu wrote 'clustered
Last Line: Quickens their palms %these white chrysanthemums %are tumid.No autumn %in my country
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Tu Fu (712-770)


OPENING THE SHUTTERS       
First Line: The faux windows are delectable
Last Line: Leading him into darkness


PAPER FILLED WITH LIGHT: 1       
First Line: Under a plum tree, a stone that weeps water
Last Line: But there's no distance between us now; you who lived %by the word are wholly immortal, your lines b


PAPER FILLED WITH LIGHT: 2       
First Line: Under a plum tree, a stone that weeps water
Last Line: Silk torn so the blackness of the fram can remember %the limbs, the bloodied stuff that makes us a n


PAPER FILLED WITH LIGHT: 3       
First Line: Above the plum tree this northern sky is streaked with pink
Last Line: Your daughters could not clamber down the edge %to hook father's syllables from whorlord water, blac


PAPER FILLED WITH LIGHT: 4       
First Line: Uma shankar, I ask you now, what is the sun at midnight?
Last Line: How could I dream of paper filled with light?


PASSION       
First Line: After childbirth


POEM BY THE WELLSIDE    Poem Text    
First Line: Body, you're a stranger here
Last Line: At nightfall, in your mother's country
Subject(s): Asian Americans; Immigrants


POEM BY THE WELLSIDE       
First Line: Body, you're a stranger here
Subject(s): Asian Americans


POEM IN LATE OCTOBER       
First Line: I watch you-hair ruffled, shirt tucked in
Last Line: There is nothing in my hands %and you must walk through water


PORT SUDAN       
First Line: I hear my father's voice on the phone
Last Line: Underwater moorings, %and the black sun of death


PROVENANCE       
First Line: The bowl on the ledge has a gold mark %pointed like a palm
Last Line: And on damp ground, pitchers of gold %holding clear water


RAW MEDITATIONS ON MONEY: 1. SHE SPEAKS: A SCHOOL TEACHER FROM ...       
First Line: Portions of mango tree the storm cut down
Last Line: Set your feet into broken stones %&this red earth &pouring rain. %for us there is no exile


RAW MEDITATIONS ON MONEY: 2. HE SPEAKS: AN ESCAPED SLAVE FROM ....       
First Line: A fire, a flag, an earthen jug %something white, something light
Last Line: Something white, something bright %her cut hands waving


RAW MEDITATIONS ON MONEY: 3. SHE SPEAKS: A SEVENTY-YEAR-OLD WOMAN ..       
First Line: By the blue nile, in your childhood %there was talk often of slavery
Last Line: Since I saw you last. I feel my house is on fire


RAW SILK    Poem Text    
First Line: Open the door or I'll faint hearing amma's voice
Last Line: Raw silk turned to smoke in the night's throat
Subject(s): Children; Death; Family Life; Memory; Poetry Readings; Childhood; Dead, The; Relatives


RAW SILK       
First Line: Open the door or I'll faint hearing amma's voice
Last Line: Raw silk turned to smoke in the night's throat
Subject(s): Children; Death; Family Life; Memory; Poetry Readings


READING RUMI AS THE PHONE RINGS       
First Line: Mother's old sewing machine starts its crick-crack
Last Line: Alcohol from the hospital wards %of delhi, crude machine oil, %attar of wild roses


RED PARAPET       
First Line: Sister, you live in a very private place %an extremity of sense
Last Line: The whole darting heat of him, %the blessing


RITES OF SENSE       
First Line: In twilight as she lies on a mat
Last Line: Stitch my woman's breath %into the mute amazement of sentences


ROADSIDE MUSIC       
First Line: I do not know for the life of me
Last Line: If the river called, she'd go, I think


SHE HEARS A GOLD FLUTE       
First Line: I am walking over snow %no, not toward you
Last Line: My heart is so hot %on this great hill of bones


SITA'S STORY       
First Line: All during the night journey


SOFTLY MY SOUL       
First Line: Softly my soul, softly o so softly
Last Line: The asphalt shimmering with scales is indigo
Subject(s): Soul


SOUTH OF THE NILGIRIS       
First Line: My son who is young
Last Line: Overwhelm even the distant hills


STORM       
First Line: In darkness %the curtains drawn


TAXICABWALLAH       
First Line: I crouched in the back of the taxicab, sleeves sweaty
Last Line: Stumbled with me to west fourth, the street thick with %taxicabs


THE YOUNG OF TIANANMEN    Poem Text    
First Line: If I had crimson I would write with it
Last Line: What ink can inscribe them now / the young of tiananmen?
Subject(s): Tiananmen Square Incident, 1989


TRANSLATED LIVES       
First Line: The past we make presumes us
Last Line: Must the past we make consume us?


TRAVELLERS       
First Line: A child thrusts back a plastic seat


UNDER THE INCENSE TREE       
First Line: Come, you said to me


VALLEY       
First Line: Be grateful for the rain when it falls
Last Line: As a parachute string, picked clean by sun, %drawn sharp by earthly gravity


WATER TABLE       
First Line: A river flows under my window
Last Line: I have set a table for you, %come, come, quick!
Subject(s): Rivers; Water


YOUNG OF TIANANMEN       
First Line: If I had crimson I would write with it
Last Line: What ink can describe them now %the young of tiananmen?
Subject(s): Tiananmen Square Incident, 1989