The Golden Gate – I (A Novel In Verse) By Vikram Seth

The Golden Gate – I (A Novel In Verse) 1.1. To make a start more swift and weighty, Hail Muse. Dear Reader, once upon A…

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Protocols By Vikram Seth

Protocols What can I say to you? How can I retract All that that fool my voice has spoken – Now that the facts are…

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Time Zones By Vikram Seth

Time Zones I willed my love to dream of me last night, that we might lie at peace, if not beneath a single sheet, under…

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From California By Vikram Seth

From California Sunday night in the house. The blinds drawn, the phone dead. The sound of the kettle, the rain. Supper: cheese, celery, bread. For…

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Unclaimed By Vikram Seth

Unclaimed To make love with a stranger is the best. There is no riddle and there is no test. — To lie and love, not…

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Distressful Homonyms By Vikram Seth

Distressful Homonyms Since for me now you have no warmth to spare I sense I must adopt a sane and spare Philosophy to ease a…

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Round And Round By Vikram Seth

Round And Round After a long and wretched flight That stretched from daylight into night, Where babies wept and tempers shattered And the plane lurched…

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At Evening By Vikram Seth

At Evening Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me Not ache with inconsistent tenderness. It was untenable delight; we are free– Separate,…

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Sit By Vikram Seth

Sit Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. You’re twenty-six, and still have some life ahead. No need for wit; just talk…

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All You Who Sleep Tonight By Vikram Seth

All You Who Sleep Tonight All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right And emptiness above…

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The Frog And The Nightingale By Vikram Seth

The Frog And The Nightingale Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn…

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A Style Of Loving By Vikram Seth

A Style Of Loving Light now restricts itself To the top half of trees; The angled sun Slants honey-coloured rays That lessen to the ground…

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Progress Report By Vikram Seth

Progress Report My need has frayed with time; you said it would. It has; I can walk again across the flood Of gold sil popples…

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Across By Vikram Seth

Across Across these miles I wish you well. May nothing haunt your heart but sleep. May you not sense what I don’t tell. May you…

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Mistaken By Vikram Seth

Mistaken I smiled at you because I thought that you Were someone else; you smiled back; and there grew Between two strangers in a library…

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Octet By Vikram Seth

Octet You don’t love me at all? O God. O Shit. You still ‘respect me.’ Thanks. I value it About as much as one who’s…

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Last Night By Vikram Seth

Last Night Last night your faded memory came to me As in the wilderness spring comes quietly, As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze,…

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How Rarely These Few Years By Vikram Seth

How Rarely These Few Years How rarely all these few years, as work keeps us aloof, Or fares, or one thing or another, Have we…

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