Is the news ever good?
else why should
a grim voice on the radio
talk of hundreds dead in Pisco,
while ships race with scant fanfair
to plant a flag at Ursa Major's lair,
and retired birds of prey
spread moth-eaten wings and fly up and away.
Elsewhere, the Duero grapes reluctantly greet
the march of inexorable rodent feet.
In Sirajganj, the waters recede
to reveal the sick, the dead, the wearied.
If these be plagues arisen
who, prithee, are the chosen?
About Me
- Devi Anahit
- The plum (alu in Farsi) of Bukhara became the potato (aloo in Bangla and Urdu) on its way from Iran to the Indian subcontinent. Such is the fate of travelers -- to transform and be transformed; to forget that one ever knew certain things; to remember without trying when least expected. Junctions are places of meeting, not just for travelers, but also of stories, words, cuisines, histories and memories. Stop here a while. Rest, read, remember and tell the stories of how plums surreptitiously and impossibly became potatoes and stole the hearts of nations. Eat well. Be well.
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