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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Drowning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">is it or is it not <br>the cold monsoon <br>bearing the shape <br>of my dark lord, <br>speaking of his cruelty <br>his going away? <br> — Nammalvar </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is an ode <br>to be sung <br>in the latest hour of night </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the rain clouds <br>have gathered <br>over shingled roofs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and blue-skinned gods <br>with magical flutes <br>seduce the virgins to dance </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there is no love <br>without music <br>No rain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">without peacocks <br>perched <br>in branches </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of sandalwood trees <br>with plumes <br>of angels </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and voices of thieves <br>pleading for their loves <br>to return </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ii. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If rain signals <br>the lover's return <br>then I am lost </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the desert <br>burning <br>like the brain fever bird </div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking for images of you <br>through mesquite <br>and teak </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because there's no sign <br>of you <br>or what I know </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to be as you <br>only clouds adrift <br>in a vanquished sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like vines <br>of throbbing arms <br>and mouths </div><div style="margin:10px 0">drinking at the shore <br>intoxicated <br>with the night </div><div style="margin:10px 0">iii. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are as many ways <br>of yearning <br>as there are ways for rain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to fall <br>slow <br>incessant <br>gentle <br>squalling <br>melancholy <br>warm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's that old idea <br>of drowning <br>in another to find the self </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the compliance <br>that water gives in form <br>and depth </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to something else<br>But what if the humming bees<br>are quiet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the garlands of jasmine<br>have been laid out<br>to dry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long to wait<br>for everything to turn<br>heavy with flower<br>immodestly green	<br>washed of dirt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">iv. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's desire after all<br>that spins us<br>Demands to be praised</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as though it were new<br>like the stillness<br>before the first monsoon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the hymen <br>of the earth<br>is torn into </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the brazen smell <br>of damp <br>fills the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must there be surprise<br>after we've thundered<br>and rolled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and appeased our thirst<br>when the silence returns<br>again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In truth <br>isn't it a waiting <br>that never ends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the chasm between<br>the cycles of the world<br>Between separation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and union<br>longing and abandonment<br>And somewhere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">between the waning <br>isn't this what<br>we're left with </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the music <br>of uncertainty <br>the aftertaste of rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tishani+Doshi">Tishani Doshi</a><div class=q>
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the cold monsoon 
bearing the shape 
of my dark lord, 
speaking of his cruelty 
his going away? 
 — Nammalvar 

i. 

This is an ode 
to be sung 
in the latest hour of night 

when the rain clouds 
have gathered 
over shingled..."></div>
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