Poems | Priyam Goswami

Artwork : W. Jack Savage

This is the Year of Long Nights

all afternoon
the snow has
fallen.
of Kreuzberg too, they will speak;
this isle of theirs
is also frozen.

all night they touch
themselves in Wedding
somewhere in the dark.

theirs is the silence of black lacy bras
theirs is a love
of broken seas.
the ease has gone out of love now
their cries floating
somewhere in Wrangelkiez.





First Snow

the canal froze
//over//
            last night; this I saw
from the window.
            the snow
                        //still falling outside//
collects
            in the clefted nude trees.
now, now, now
            the men in fluorescent orange
                        //arrive//
            throw, crunch, trample
                        this pebbled gravel
                        melting the snow.
These feet, our tender old feet
                        waking this morning
                        are pricked to no end.