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  I Go

I don't say anything the way
it should be said, only water
keeps on flowing, so impatient

in its violent course
the scarlet fish can hardly swim.

I don't see anything the way
it should be seen, the straight tree
so blurred on the eyelids
the timorous clouds can hardly show themselves.

I don't think anything the way
it should be thought, the silk-cotton tree
flowers' deep red jangles like a bell
as I go staggering along....

-- Rama Ghosh
translated by Carolyne Wright
with Paramita Banerjee


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