A. K. Ramanujan

The Black Hen

The Black Hen

It must come as leaves to a tree or not at all yet it comes sometimes as the black hen with the red round eye on the embroidery stitch by stitch dropped and found again and when it’s all there the black hen stares with its round red eye and you’re afraid. Hits: 7 »

Still Life

Still Life

When she left me after lunch,I read for a while. But I suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite. Hits: 9 »

Self-Portrait

Self-Portrait

I resemble everyone but myself, and sometimes see in shop-windows despite the well-knownlaws of optics, the portrait of a stranger, date unknown, often signed in a corner by my father. Hits: 10 »

Prayers To Lord Murugan

Prayers To Lord Murugan

Lord of new arrivals lovers and rivals: arrive at once with cockfight and banner— dance till on this and the next three hills women’s hands and the garlands on the chests of men will turn like chariotwheels O where are the cockscombs and where the beaks glinting with new knives at crossroads w... »

Extended Family

Extended Family

Yet like grandfather I bathe before the village crow the dry chlorine water my only Ganges the naked Chicago bulb a cousin of the Vedic sun slap soap on my back like father and think in proverbs like me I wipe myself dry with an unwashed Sears turkish towel like mother I hear faint morning song (tho... »

Elements Of Composition

Elements Of Composition

Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists, father’s seed and mother’s egg gathering earth, air, fire, mostly water, into a mulberry mass, moulding calcium, carbon, even gold, magnesium and such, into a chattering self tangled in love and work, scary dreams, c... »

Chicago Zen

Chicago Zen

I Now tidy your house, dust especially your living room and do not forget to name all your children. II Watch your step. Sight may strike you blind in unexpected places. The traffic light turns orange on 57th and Dorchester, and you stumble, you fall into a vision of forest fires, enter a frothing H... »

Astronomer

Astronomer

Sky-man in a manhole with astronomy for dream, astrology for nightmare; fat man full of proverbs, the language of lean years, living in square after almanac square prefiguring the day of windfall and landslide through a calculus of good hours, clutching at the tear in his birthday shirt as at a hole... »

A River

A River

In Madurai, city of temples and poets, who sang of cities and temples, every summer a river dries to a trickle in the sand, baring the sand ribs, straw and women’s hair clogging the watergates at the rusty bars under the bridges with patches of repair all over them the wet stones glistening li... »

Still Life By A. K. Ramanujan

Still Life By A. K. Ramanujan

Still Life When she left me after lunch,I read for a while. But I suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite. Hits: 5 »

Chicago Zen By A. K. Ramanujan

Chicago Zen By A. K. Ramanujan

Chicago Zen I Now tidy your house, dust especially your living room and do not forget to name all your children. II Watch your step. Sight may strike you blind in unexpected places. The traffic light turns orange on 57th and Dorchester, and you stumble, you fall into a vision of forest fires, enter ... »

Prayers To Lord Murugan By A. K. Ramanujan

Prayers To Lord Murugan By A. K. Ramanujan

Prayers To Lord Murugan 1 Lord of new arrivals lovers and rivals: arrive at once with cockfight and banner— dance till on this and the next three hills women’s hands and the garlands on the chests of men will turn like chariotwheels O where are the cockscombs and where the beaks glinting with ... »

Extended Family By A. K. Ramanujan

Extended Family By A. K. Ramanujan

Extended Family Yet like grandfather I bathe before the village crow the dry chlorine water my only Ganges the naked Chicago bulb a cousin of the Vedic sun slap soap on my back like father and think in proverbs like me I wipe myself dry with an unwashed Sears turkish towel like mother I hear faint m... »

Astronomer By A. K. Ramanujan

Astronomer By A. K. Ramanujan

Astronomer Sky-man in a manhole with astronomy for dream, astrology for nightmare; fat man full of proverbs, the language of lean years, living in square after almanac square prefiguring the day of windfall and landslide through a calculus of good hours, clutching at the tear in his birthday shirt a... »

A River By A. K. Ramanujan

A River By A. K. Ramanujan

A River In Madurai, city of temples and poets, who sang of cities and temples, every summer a river dries to a trickle in the sand, baring the sand ribs, straw and women’s hair clogging the watergates at the rusty bars under the bridges with patches of repair all over them the wet stones glist... »

The Black Hen By A. K. Ramanujan

The Black Hen By A. K. Ramanujan

The Black Hen It must come as leaves to a tree or not at all yet it comes sometimes as the black hen with the red round eye on the embroidery stitch by stitch dropped and found again and when it’s all there the black hen stares with its round red eye and you’re afraid. Hits: 37 »

Self-Portrait By A. K. Ramanujan

Self-Portrait By A. K. Ramanujan

Self-Portrait I resemble everyone but myself, and sometimes see in shop-windows despite the well-knownlaws of optics, the portrait of a stranger, date unknown, often signed in a corner by my father. Hits: 2 »

Elements Of Composition By A. K. Ramanujan

Elements Of Composition By A. K. Ramanujan

Elements Of Composition Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists, father’s seed and mother’s egg gathering earth, air, fire, mostly water, into a mulberry mass, moulding calcium, carbon, even gold, magnesium and such, into a chattering self tangled in love a... »