Brunizem
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Brunizem - Sujata Bhatt
SUJATA BHATT
Brunizem
In memory of Nanabhai Bhatt
and for Nachi
this book is dedicated with love
Acknowledgements
Acknowledgements are made to the editors of the following publications in which some of these poems have appeared: Calyx, The Painted Bride Quarterly, Yellow Silk, The Iowa Journal of Literary Studies, The Reaper (USA), Cyphers (Ireland), PN Review (Great Britain), Sjanger (Norway).
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
I The First Disciple
Sujata: The First Disciple of Buddha
The Peacock
Iris
Buffaloes
(Udaylee)
The Doors Are Always Open
(Shérdi)
Swami Anand
For Nanabhai Bhatt
Nachiketa
Kalika
For My Grandmother
Muliebrity
Reincarnation
Lizards
The First Meeting
Something for Plato
The Difference between Being and Becoming
II A Different History
A Different History
She Finds Her Place
The Kama Sutra Retold
Menu
Parvati
Looking Through a French Photographer’s Portrayal of Rajasthan with Extensive Use of Orange Filters
Oranges and Lemons
The Women of Leh are such –
Paper and Glass
Another Act for the Lübecker Totentanz
What Is Worth Knowing?
Another Day in Iowa City
Living with Trains
Baltimore
The Woodcut
The Puppets
Pink Shrimps and Guesses
Looking Over What I Have Done
Hey,
Search for My Tongue
III Eurydice Speaks
Marie Curie to Her Husband
Clara Westhoff to Rainer Maria Rilke
For Paula Modersohn-Becker
The Garlic of Truth
Wanting Agni
Eurydice Speaks
Mein lieber Schwan
Written After Hearing About the Soviet Invasion of Afghanistan
3 November 1984
You Walk into This Room and
Mappelmus
The Undertow
At the Marketplace
Metamorphoses II: A Dream
Saturday Night on Keswick Road
The Writer
Sad Songs with Henna Leaves
Tail
Go to Ahmedabad
To My Muse
Brunizem
Well, Well, Well,
About the Author
Also by Sujata Bhatt from Carcanet Press
Copyright
I
The First Disciple
Sujata: The First Disciple of Buddha
One morning, a tall lean man
stumbled towards me.
His large eyes: half closed
as if he were seasick;
his thick black hair full of dead leaves and bumble-bees
grew wild as weeds and fell way below his hips.
His beard swayed gently as an elephant’s trunk.
I’m hungry,
he muttered.
I took him home, fed him fresh yogurt and bread.
Then, I bathed him, shaved his face clean and smooth,
coconut oiled his skin soft again.
It took four hours
to wash and comb his long hair,
which he refused to cut.
For four hours he bent his head this way and that
while I ploughed through his hair
with coconut oil on my fingers.
"And how did you get this way?" I asked.
I haven’t slept for years,
he said.
"I’ve been thinking, just thinking.
I couldn’t sleep or eat
until I had finished thinking."
After the last knot
had been pulled out of his hair, he slept,
still holding on to my sore fingers.
The next morning, before the sun rose,
before my father could stop me,
he led me to the wide-trunked, thick-leafed bodhi tree
to the shady spot where he had sat for years
and asked me to listen.
The Peacock
His loud sharp call
seems to come from nowhere.
Then, a flash of turquoise
in the pipal tree.
The slender neck arched away from you
as he descends,
and as he darts away, a glimpse
of the very end of his tail.
I was told
that you have to sit in the veranda
and read a book,
preferably one of your favourites
with great concentration.
The moment you begin to live
inside the book
a blue shadow will fall over you.
The wind will change direction,
the steady hum of bees
in the bushes nearby
will stop.
The cat will awaken and stretch.
Something has broken your attention;
and if you look up in time
you might see the peacock
turning away as he gathers in his tail
to shut those dark glowing eyes,
violet fringed with golden amber.
It is the tail that has to blink
for eyes that are always open.
Iris
Her hand sweeps over the rough grained paper,
then, with a wet sponge, again.
A drop of black is washed grey,
cloudy as warm breath fogging cool glass.
She feels she must make the best of it,
she must get the colour of the stone wall,
of the mist settling around twisted birch trees.
Her eye doesn’t miss the rabbit crouched,
a tuft of fog in the tall grass.
Nothing to stop the grey sky from merging into stones,
or the stone walls from trailing off into sky.
But closer, a single iris stands fully opened:
dark wrinkled petals, rain-moist,
the tall