Monday, September 5, 2005

Ganga Sagar Comments

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Prince of gamebirds and master of crooked flight, the snipe
the sea at dusk brought in as prisoner
looked at me with bright obsidian eyes
gently refused food and clumsy care
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Joydeep Sircar
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Ernestine Northover 23 September 2005

It is really heartbreaking when you can't save a creature. Anything to do with birds and animals seems to be more heart rendering. Sincerely Ernestine Northover

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Michael Shepherd 07 September 2005

As with all your poems here, this says so much more than its words. You were there; we are there.

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