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The Merchant

Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands. Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden. Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring foryou when…

The Lost Star

When God finished his work of creationIn the vast blue skyAll the stars began to shine.In the milky wayWith this new world in their frontAll the gods sat in rows and began to sing,‘O what joy! What perfection!A great piece…

The Little Big Man

I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I amas old as my father is. My teacher will come and say, “It is late, bring your slateand your books.” I shall tell him, “…

The Last Bargain

“Come and hire me,” I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot. He held my hand and said, “I will hire you with my power.” But…

The Land of the Exile

Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It isSaturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit here…

The Kiss

Two pairs of lipsSeem to whisper into each other’s earsThey seem to suck each other’s heartTwo lovesLeaving their homesFor an unknown landSeem to have metAt the confluence of their lipsTwo wavesRising in the tides of loveBreak and meetAt the beach…

The Kiss

Lips’ language to lips’ ears.Two drinking each other’s heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips.Two waves rise by the law of loveto break and die on two sets of lips.Two wild desires craving…

The Judge

Say of him what you please, but I know my child’s failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is mylittle child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to…

The Journey

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the cloudswhile we busily went on our way and paid no…

The Homecoming

Phatik Chakravorti was ringleader among the boys of the village. A new mischief got into his head. There was a heavy log lying on the mud-flat of the river waiting to be shaped into a mast for a boat. He…