Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Wish I Lived There Still Comments

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I have seen the death certificate - died in Islington Workhouse 1914
Dead toes under starched sheets
A name in copperplate - a plumber in Angel Court
Inside my veins I carry the blood of people who walked here before
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sunnetra basu
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R.k Das 27 March 2012

this poem has such a huge canvas, , where to begin and where to end! ! ! ! mind blowing poeticism, , the 'death certificate' is teh ultimate image, , so tangible and so legible, , , difficult not to notice the signature of the ultimate truth, , it does not matter how the cemetery is close or afar geographically, , the poem hits hard, , , the glompses of 'let us go then..you and i'' but here the protagonist is all alone, , the streets are familiar, , and yet so remote, , difficult to belong to these streets of an alien land, , , my poem of the day, , thanx

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