Sufiana
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'And at night they close Rumi's museum(for this is what they call his mosque since Ataturk)And a Sufi in green praying at the doorBought a poor vendor's entire store of tomatoesSo he would not sleep hungry(And he wasn't even a Turk, he was American' The cloth is torn Come love, bring me a needle The needle of love For the torn cloth of friendship, my friend, my love.Let us make love one last time ... Such is the magic of Hoshang's poetry. In and out of cultures, countries, homes and beds, Hoshang has his innocence and spirit undimmed. And both shine through luminously in these poems. These poems contextualize Sufism for the twenty-first century using the wisdom and music of the East. This is indeed a glorious addition to the growing list of new world poetry.
Hoshang Merchant
Hoshang Merchant has been writing poetry exclusively in English since 1965. He first published in 1989 when he had a desk at the University of Hyderabad with Writer's Workshop. He is an Indian poet deeply rooted in his family traditions while at the same time expressing the glory and pain of being a pioneering gay poet in India.
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Sufiana - Hoshang Merchant
Prologue: Return to My Native Land
I was the sea-driven one
Who landing built a sun-temple
Laughed at a cunt-king’s milk-teeth
Went about my sunset marriage
Casting my dead skyward
I was the one who on plantations
Secretly kept wives
And sat on the village council
I harnessed water-power
Sailed a raft to China
Struck iron ore, a million from old bottles
I worshipped Victoria
Who tasted my fruit
And knighted me
I invested my dark children with sudrehs
Took ever whiter wives
Who danced, drank, played canasta
The Chinese made their frocks and dice
Some followed Blavatsky, saw spirits
I was busy building the great peninsular railway
Some killed tigers, whence the adage:
Killing tigers in my pyjamas
(Whence Groucho took it).
Some took to transmigration, some to banking
Buying up pieces of rock from Aden to Zanzibar
A 100,000 laboured on my cotton
(‘Einstein was a German Zarthoshti’)
Some kept men marching on their stomachs
Some kept mad princes in pence
Some devoted to Iran, fallen women or boys:
Even in dire straits bowlers
Our scandals covert, our law British
One plotted against Parliament
No more Parsees at Oxford
No more British citizenship
No more clubs and cocktails
No more plantations:
Given to Gandhi when our cocoa kids
Joined the torching labour
No more
Failing to gain guarantees
We changed to homespun
Saluted the rising sun—
Liberated women ran off with niggers
The conscience-stricken went into slums
The conscienceless married into wealth
Money more money readymoney
Our comedy never ended:
She waits each 4 for her busdriver lover
He beats her up each 10 of the clock
She delivers each September
Twelve to a team
—All fashioned in a patois our own.
Where was the Word?
Given me the Avesta
Purged by fire
By Alexander conquering
Conquered by Arab—
Till the land, father sons, kill an enemy
Thus spake Zarathushtra
Our masters and slaves took revenge linguistically
I played for stocks in their tongue
Loved Pola Negri and Chaplin
Screamed nightmares and poems
Signed birth, marriage, death certificates
Divorce papers and suits in their tongue!
Most loquacious of animals, I, the Parsee, was
Tongueless
I covered up:
Tooled around in sedans
Dozed post-dhansak at the Ripon
Ordered in servantese
Loudly intoned an Avesta unknown to god or beast
By sea, river, fire; even Mary’s shrine
Valiantly transplanted Zal and Zohak to Gujarat
Why conquer the world when a drop abolishes it?
Our daughter-in-law, a new Indian empress
With our son made the bomb:
Wipe out thy neighbour—
What defoliation couldn’t, sterilization took
So it became that we, a master-race
Were victims of the whip we held
Ever the lord and ever the jew:
What is your memory, your dream and nightmare?
What hour of the day can you cherish?
Who’ll reimburse your slave; snatch your wealth?
Who decolonize your heart?
What land can you claim
You who don’t even have graveyards?—To New Haven?
You sons of wanderer-gentlemen whose sons wander again
Finale:
Droning priests descend a well
Where birds perch
The body/a naked stone
Its soul shivers on a hair-thin bridge
(In Heaven philanthropies don’t wash:
It perpetuates poverty)
Intoning—
I am the sea-driven one
Who landing built a sun-temple
Laughed at a cunt-king’s milk-teeth
Then cow-hoof on head
Went about my sunset marriage
Casting my dead skyward
The River of the Golden Swimmer
To Whabiz, Darling Sister (1946–2011)
‘The road led into the mountains, where a great gorge brought us to the river of the Golden Swimmer. He was a shepherd, a Leander, who used to swim across to visit his beloved, until at last she built the truly magnificent bridge by which she also crossed. At length we came out on the Azerbaijan highlands, a dun sweeping country like Spain in winter. We passed through Miana, which is famous for a bug that bites only strangers, and spent the night in a lonely caravanserai where a wolf was tethered in the courtyard. At Tabriz the police asked us for five photographs each (they did not get them) . . .’
—Robert Byron, The Road to Oxiana, 1937
1
Last month
On the last day
At midnight
My sister died:
A neat end to a neat life
When a childhood playmate goes
The whole world goes
But the leaves are full of children . . .
2
A poem is not a puzzle to be solved
But an experience to be lived through
My sister, my spouse . . .
3
The soul trembles
on a hair-thin bridge
for the fearful
But for the righteous
It becomes a broad highway
4
In Tabriz
The Golden Swimmer swam nightly
to his beloved
She built him a bridge to lessen his troubles
And she too would cross over, often . . .
5
My sister gave me the key
to how to love without a body
I simply unlocked the mystery
6
Now I go shopping with other sisters
Brothers phone for recipes
So while sister-soul goes shopping
Brothers are miraculously fed on earth
(For Usha Mudiganti, Delhi)
Light
In Memoriam: A.K. Ramanujan (d. 13 July 1993)
‘When elated think of darkness
When depressed think of light’
—Buddhist precept
1
I think of light
in my darkened room
this morning