Hoshang Merchant

The poems seem to be obsessed with death. A dead mother, died young. A dead father, died old. A sister who always went first, before the author, dead as well, first.

One poem involves searching for a man, a specific man, the author's love. The one hint of homosexuality in this collection of poems. And it is, in it's way, just a hint. Though the second is more than a hint. The second involves his first love. And how he was taken from behind, just like St. John was by the Holy Spirit.

It's always interesting to read poetry from other cultures. This is my first from India. I've read several from China and Japan. Britain. Canada. USA. Eventually I might expand to include at least ten countries. heh. hmms.… (altro)